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The Family 603

The Family 603

When the BookTraveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl 

Chapter 603 The Boy by the Window 

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To better understand Spring’s illness, Jean began studying medicine and often visited the clinics around their neighborhood

By pure chance, she ended up meeting a doctor

The doctor praised her natural talent and wanted to teach her his exclusive dry needling technique

At first, Jean thought he was a fraud

But the doctor was persistenthe insisted on training her

Eventually, Jean figured she had nothing to lose and agreed to learn from him

To her surprise, the doctor actually knew his stuff

He could treat complicated conditions with ease using his unique medical skills

He was also deeply knowledgeable in pharmacology, crafting pills by hand that worked like magicfast, effective, and reliable

After seeing a few of his impressive displays, Jean completely changed her opinion of him

She settled into her role as his apprentice and began studying in earnest

As always, she learned quickly

Before long, she had mastered dry needling and, under his guidance, began treating patients herself

Most of the treatments went smoothly. Jean managed to help many people and experienced the joy of relieving their pain and solving their problems

And of course, she earned a decent income from it too

With another source of income secured, Jean’s life finally found its rhythmit got better by the day

Spring’s condition remained stable. Her checkups always came back clear, with no signs of worsening

Jean’s studies didn’t fall behind either. Her grades steadily climbed year after year, and in the end, she was accepted into one of the top high schools in the cityranking first in the entrance exam

It felt like a new beginning

On her first day of high school, Spring personally walked her to school

But within just a couple of days, rumors about Jean began spreading across campus

Some said she came from a singleparent household. Others claimed her father was a notorious criminal already behind bars. Some even said her mother had been in an improper line of work… 

Before long, Jean was at the center of school gossip

Scorn, contempt, mockeryfrom day one, she was met with hostility from all sides

But Jean didn’t care

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Chapter 603 The Boy by the Window 

Everything she had, she earned on her own. Wasting energy on what others thought was pointless

Still, the bullying at school only escalated

One day at lunch, Jean carried her tray, looking for an open seat in the cafeteria

Don’t sit here. Someone’s already taken it,a girl with a high ponytail snapped at her

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Jean glanced at the row of seatsonly one was occupied. Yet the girl claimed the whole row was taken

Clearly, she was doing it on purpose

Jean couldn’t be bothered to argue. She turned around and walked away

But when she tried to sit elsewhere, another boy refused to let her sit down

Jean looked around the cafeteriathen made her way up to the secondfloor dining area

It was completely empty. Quiet. Peaceful

Just as she approached a seat by the window, a girl’s panicked voice rang out behind her..Are you crazy?! You can’t go there-” 

Others looked over as well, their eyes widening with a strange mixture of fear and unease when they saw where Jean was heading

That area of the cafeteria belonged to someone

Jean’s expression didn’t change. She ignored the warning and kept walking

Do you even know who sits there?the girl shouted again, flustered by Jean’s indifference. That’s where Carson sits-” 

At that moment, Jean reached the window seat. And from this angle, she finally caught sight of the boy sitting in the corner

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The Family

The Family

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
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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