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

one

of that weren’t

in Wendy’s eyes, Jean

around that she was the illegitimate daughter of one of the school’s staff, and that she got into the school

was just a

didn’t give off a rich-girl vibe

She looked insecure, withdrawn.

was some teacher’s secret kid, that would explain

Wendy didn’t like Jean.

wasn’t just because of her supposedly humble

kind of girl who, aside from being sort of cute, had nothing going for her. Nothing about her made people

a well-bred young lady whose reputation needed

she

“Ms.”

actually swore at someone just now, then may I be doomed to eat nothing but porridge for the rest

she’d said couldn’t count as swearing at all. At most,

face turned cold. She clearly didn’t

girl supposed to be quiet and antisocial? When did she get

swear oaths,” she said, lips drawn tight. Her tone was severe. “I need you to learn how to admit when

woman had

and said, “Well, maybe you should take a look at my pants

turned around

glaring red paint smeared across Jean’s

was yelling at them. They did it.” Jean blinked at her, reached down to touch the paint on her pants, then reached out and wiped it on Wendy’s

and slapped Jean’s hand aside. Her face twisted in disgust. “Jean,

scrub her arm

at ease. “If you were being blamed for something you

was “invited” to the

a single word

and pick up trash.

to go

after thinking about it, staying here would just be more

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

“Jean!”