When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Chapter 5 Who Wouldn’t Go Crazy After Being Falsely Accused?

Jean smiled faintly, but her eyes were icy cold. “I’m actually really easy to get along with. If that doesn’t happen, maybe take a good look at yourselves.”

She shook her head with regret. “Give your brains a shake, see if you can hear the ocean in there. Maybe your heads are flooded. That’s the only way you’d think pulling something like this was a good idea.”

Jean’s words kept coming, and some of the kids actually started to go pale.

The classroom fell into a heavy silence. No one said a word. No one even thought to argue.

Right then—

The sharp clack of high heels echoed from behind.

Homeroom teacher Wendy had just arrived at the classroom door.

She had only just gotten there, but managed to catch the last few words Jean had said.

Wendy narrowed her eyes and swept her gaze across the classroom. Her voice was cold and stern. “What’s going on here?”

The students acted like they’d just been saved. Everyone let out a breath.

“Ms. Wendy.” A tall, slender girl quickly raised her hand. Her skin was pale, her features delicate, and her voice was soft and airy like a spring breeze. “Jean was yelling at people just now.”

She didn’t even pause. In the blink of an eye, she pinned a “crime” on Jean.

Jean looked over at her.

The girl’s name was Lacey. A well-known heiress at the academy.

Unlike Jean, she was always the center of attention.

Wendy nodded and didn’t question Lacey’s words at all.

The teachers at Stellarford Academy were under a lot of pressure.

Sure, they came from decent backgrounds and had impressive resumes, but in front of these silver-spoon-fed heirs and heiresses, they were the ones on the bottom.

enough to maintain order, but never so far

offending one

that weren’t something

Wendy’s eyes, Jean was clearly an

murky. Her parents were practically invisible. There were even rumors going around that she was the illegitimate daughter of one of the school’s staff, and that she got into the school through

if it was just a

off a rich-girl

She looked insecure, withdrawn.

she really was some teacher’s

Wendy didn’t like Jean.

just because of her supposedly humble origins—her grades

from being sort of cute, had nothing going for her. Nothing

no question. Lacey was a well-bred

nuisance she

“Ms.”

“I swear to God, if I actually swore at someone just

swearing at all. At most, it

turned cold. She clearly didn’t

be quiet and antisocial? When did she

tight. Her tone was severe. “I need you to learn how to admit

understood immediately—this woman had

gave a harmless little smile and said, “Well, maybe you should

spoke, Jean turned around

Wendy stared at the glaring red paint smeared across Jean’s pants, eyes wide

her, reached down to touch the paint on her pants, then reached out and wiped it on Wendy’s sleeve. “See for

hand aside. Her face twisted in disgust. “Jean, are you

scrub her arm clean on the

ease. “If you were being blamed

was

tore into her the moment they got there. Not a single word was spared. She didn’t try to

field and pick up trash. She wasn’t

to

staying here would just be more frustrating. Might as well

of the office, a girl with blunt bangs and a high ponytail came running up to

“Jean!”