When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 577 Going Back

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She quickly bought herself a pair of shoes and socks. Then she headed into the mall’s restroom to clean up and put the shoes on. Turning on the faucet, she cupped some cool water in her hands and splashed it onto her face. Her nerves finally cased a little; she forced herself to stay sharp.

By the time Jean walked out of the mall, the night had grown thick and heavy. Overhead, clouds veiled the moon; wisps of dark mist drifted across the sky, eerie and restless.

Jean hailed another taxi.

to

She didn’t know the exact address of the manor, at least not for now; she could only rely on memory guide the driver back there. She knew it was incredibly risky. Her mother, her brother, even Ludwig, all of them would rather shoulder the danger themselves to keep her safe, to keep her far away from that place of chaos and danger…

Going back was clearly against everything they had wanted for her.

But she had to return, if any of them died, then no matter how long she lived, she’d carry the weight of guilt and regret for the rest of her life.

And that man–he wouldn’t let her go.

She was sure of it, it was only a matter of time. Even if she hid now, kept her head down, stayed buried deep somewhere safe, it would only buy her a moment of peace.

to face it head–on; end it once and

taxi pulled up in front

right away; she watched the manor gates through the

calm, as if

inside of that manor was as quiet as

pushed the door open and stepped out

the mall, she hadn’t only bought shoes and socks;

entire outfit a blend of shadows, an effort to hide herself in the pitch–black

was all she could manage with what

rest was up to fate, she slipped through the manor gates swiftly, merging

hadn’t gone far when someone suddenly tapped

mid–step; her heart skipped

her fists tightened, a familiar voice cut

Jean’s head snapped up.

Chapter 577 Going Back

she slowly made out the face in front

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Jolene. Behind her stood a group of figures with their faces hidden, their appearances nearly impossible