When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 If You Want Me To, I’ll Help Her

Asher strode toward them with his long legs, moving straight in their direction. The boy hadn’t changed much since they’d last seen him, but maybe his time with the wealthy elite had rubbed off on him; there was a subtle air of refinement to him now.

“Asher, you’re here too!” Sofia greeted him with a bright smile, then glanced over at Jean. “Hey, the three of us are all together again. It’s been forever.”

Jean met Asher’s gaze and smiled. “Long time no see.”

Asher gave her a nod, his eyes rippling faintly like water. “Long time no see. How was the test?”

“Jean said she finished everything,” Sofia cut in with a playful grin. “But as for how much she got right… well, that’s anyone’s guess.”

Asher kept his eyes on Jean and asked again, more seriously, “How did you feel about it? Confident?”

Jean let out a quiet chuckle. “Relax. I got this; I’ll be fine.”

The three of them chatted and walked ahead together. Just then, in the little garden nearby, someone suddenly collapsed onto the grass with a heavy thud.

Jean noticed the sound right away and quickly tapped Sofia’s arm. “Hey, did someone just fall over?”

“Looks like it,” Sofia squinted toward the garden.

Asher also furrowed his brow slightly and turned his gaze in that direction.

They followed the sound, taking a few steps closer to the garden, and as Jean got a clear look at the person on the ground, her eyes widened.

It was Sarah, sprawled on the grass. Her leg seemed injured; she was trying to stand up but clearly struggling.

Sofia didn’t hesitate for a second. She dashed over and called out as she ran, “Don’t move–you’ll just make it worse.”

She reached down to help Sarah up.

But Sarah still couldn’t stand, and Sofia alone didn’t have the strength to lift her.

Jean instinctively looked over at Asher and blinked. “Go help her.”

Jean pondered. That’s your fated girl, remember? Can’t believe the plot’s already this off–track. Even his destined one, he doesn’t recognize! The male lead and the heroine, meeting again this fast, and in this kind of scene?

“Uh, well…” Jean pressed her lips together, caught off guard by the question. What am I supposed to say?

Because she’s your future wife?

“Forget it.” Jean waved him off, her tone a little exasperated. “I’ll do it.”