When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Your Brother Isn’t a Bad Person

Fortunately, the side door of the auditorium was tucked away in a hidden corner.

No one saw what had just happened.

Jean was not ready to reveal her connection to Winston. Not yet, at least

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The boy beside her seemed to pick up on that thought. He turned slightly, glancing at her with quiet curiosity. There was a depth to his gaze, something unreadable flickering beneath the surface. Then, he asked suddenly, “Why not just tell everyone?”

Jean raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant. “Tell them what?”

Winston pressed his lips into a line before continuing, “If those people at school look down on you just because they think your family background isn’t good enough, then why not just tell everyone who you really are? If they knew you were a daughter of the Ginger family, they’d stay out of your way.”

He was not wrong.

Jean gave a wry smile and tugged at the corners of her lips. “But I’ve already handled it without that, haven’t I? There’s no need to go that far. Besides, I kind of like things the way they are now. If my identity got exposed, I’d end up just like you all, constantly under a microscope. That doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

Winston’s eyes shifted slightly. He did not argue. He merely gave a small scoff and muttered, “Suit yourself.”

Jean did not linger at school.

She headed straight home, Winston’s words echoing faintly in her mind the whole way.

The real reason she did not want to reveal her identity was something she had never told Winston. It was something she could not tell him.

The fact was, sooner or later, she would be kicked out of the Ginger family.

If she went around flaunting her status now, telling the whole world she was the Ginger family’s heiress, then a few years later, when Sarah returned, everyone would also know she had been a fraud all along.

They would watch as she was thrown out, disgraced and unwanted.

If that was how things would end, she would rather keep a low profile from the start.

At least it would not be so humiliating.

Back home, Jean headed straight for her bedroom. She tossed her backpack aside and collapsed onto the bed.

The day had drained her. She was exhausted.

Perfect.