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The Family 560

The Family 560

Chapter 560 Her Suspicion 

 

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Sarah’s eyes. She lifted her chin slightly, voice probing but cool. Jean, you’re more capable than I thought.” 

Jean’s gaze sharpened instantly. What did she mean by that? Could Sarah have found something out

Before she could speak, Sarah slowly extended her arm and opened her tightly clenched fist. Resting in her palm was a small, metallic pin

Jean’s heart gave a hard thump, though her face remained perfectly composed

It was the insignia of the Abyssal Choir

A mysterious, untraceable organization,Sarah said, narrowing her eyes as she stared at Jean. And you’re actually involved in something like this” 

She sounded casual, but Jean could tell she was trying to see through hermeasuring her reaction, waiting for her to crack

But Jean didn’t respond immediately. Her mind was already working at lightning speed

There was only one likely explanation for how Sarah got her hands on that badge: Jean must have dropped it without realizing, and Sarah had picked it up. The most probable time that could’ve happenedwas earlier this evening, during her meeting with Ludwig

Jean had already been suspicious of the people who’d chased her in the alley. And now that her badge had landed in Sarah’s hands… 

Her suspicion was practically confirmed

The person who’d tried to kill her in that alley had either been Sarahor someone working under her. Either way, Sarah was involved

Because in the novel, Sarah wasn’t just the heroine with a dozen secret identities. She was also the head of a powerful, mysterious organizationthat was her greatest hidden weapon, her edge in going toetotoe with every major villain in the story

Thinking back on that chase in the alleythe clean, sharp methods of the attackers, the way they moved in the darkthose weren’t random thugs. That had been a trained, elite force. The style fit perfectly with how shadowy groups operated in the novel

In the chaos, she must have dropped her badge. Then Sarah, or someone from her side, picked it up

As for Sarah’s organizationJean couldn’t remember the name from the novel. She hadn’t paid close attention back when she read it. But it was likely similar to Abyssal Choir in both strength and nature- powerful, discreet, dangerous

And that led her to another troubling thought

In the original plot, powerful figures like Ludwig and Qi Huaisu had all eventually been subdued by the female lead. They became her loyal allies, her right hands

But right now, that wasn’t happening at all

Ludwig was still with Abyssal Choir. He hadn’t even come into contact with Sarah. That was completely off- 

 

Had Sarah’s protagonist plot armorstopped working? Orhad Jean joining Abyssal Choir disrupted the original storyline

Then, another longstanding question resurfaced in Jean’s mind. Back when she first joined Abyssal Choir years ago, it had seemed like a harmless organization. Kind, even. They helped ordinary people with odd, tricky little problems. Not even close to the bloodsoaked, evil force the novel described

But maybemaybe the group hadn’t always been evil

Maybe they’d only turned that way after coming into conflict with the female lead

After all, Sarah represented absolute righteousness. Anyone who stood against her was automatically cast as 

the villain

And judging from Sarah’s tone earlier, she clearly knew a lot about Abyssal Choir. Maybe they’d even clashed before

Maybeit was Sarah who had forced Abyssal Choir into the role of antagonist

The Family

The Family

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The Family

Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.

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