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The Family 137

The Family 137

Chapter 137 Kind of Annoying

“Carl, do you remember when you were little you, your brother, and your younger brother spent my birthday with me?”

When we were little Carl’s gaze paused slightly. His childhood memories were already a blur

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As he zoned out, Sienna’s soft voice kept playing in his com “Back then, the three of you sat around me while I made a wish in front of my birthday cake… I still remember it like it was yesterday. You told me that when you grew up, you’d protect my wish and help make it come true. You probably don’t remember, but I only have one wish now I want to find Dominic and Jean Will you help me make that happen?”

Sienna’s voice, like a pebble with weight, dropped into the still waters of Card’s heart and stirred

sected ripples

He really didn’t remember. But somewhere deep down, he vaguely felt like it might have happened. Could he really have been that warm and innocent as a childr

Forced by his mother to recall those moments, something uneasy surfaced in Carl’s dark, steel- like heart.

It was like he was having an allergic reaction to that version of himself so bright and soft–and

His emotions rose and fell, looping around before finally settling back where they started.

As if pulled by some unseen force, Carl ended up agreeing.

“Just this once.”

Just this once—to pay the debt owed by that strange version of himself from the past.

Carl ligured that who he was now was far more normal. He followed his own rhythm, didn’t need too much emotion or sentiment, and preferred to stick to the plan.

This would be the first time he made an exception since becoming a Night Sentinel

He didn’t need a big team, five or six subordinates would be enough.

They boarded a special operations aircraft reserved exclusively for the Night Sentinel and quickly flew to Northara.

Everything went smoothly–aside from the fact that the black–clad men had ched far too decisively, leaving no one alive to interrogate.

ut that didn’t matter anymore.

Right now

Chapter 137 Kind of Annoying

slightest attempt to hide it. Of course, she could feel it.

She met his heavy stare, then suddenly smiled and called out sweetly, “My dear brother

Finished

Carl’s expression didn’t change much; you could even call it indifferent. But no one knew that the moment he heard her call him brother, the tips of his cold fingers trembled just slightly.

He was rarely called that–especially not by a girl like her.

He had barely seen Jean. His knowledge of this little sister extended only as far as her name and. her age.

That was it. Nothing more.

Now, for the first time, he had a chance to get a good look at her.

She looked like a doll from a store window. Even though she was a mess, she still looked like a pretty little doll.

Now, she was smiling at him with bright eyes and a voice as sweet and crisp as sugar.

She felt completely out of place next to him.

Like two ends of a magnet–completely opposite. Kind of annoying.

Carl looked away, refusing to meet her gaze anymore. His handsome, sharp features seemed to be covered in a layer of icy frost.

Jean’s smile froze on her face. If she wasn’t mistaken, Carl had just looked at her with outright disgust. Wait, what did even do to him? I gave him my best smile, was super polite, even called him brother -so why’d he look at me like thatUgh, did just get rejected

Her cute, lively thoughts floated into Carl’s ears again, and his fingertips twitched ever so slightly

once more

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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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