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The Family 113

Chapter 113 Arrival in Northara

In the original plot, Sienna had never taken a private airplane to Northara.

So Jean couldn’t predict whether this flight would be safe based on the novel.

She could only rely on Ludwig to inspect the plane thoroughly.

So far, everything seemed fine.

Finished

Once in the front cabin, Jean sank into a wide, luxurious seat, plugged in her earphones, and closed her eyes to rest.

Sienna also leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tried to relax.

The atmosphere in the cabin was calm and quiet.

No one spoke.

Peaceful music played in Jean’s ears, gradually calming her nerves. The tension in her body slowly melted away.

Sienna opened her eyes slightly and looked at her daughter out of the corner of her eye.

Jean was unusually quiet.

Not a single thought escaped her

Sienna shook her head and closed her eyes again. Her face remained expressionless, showing no trace of emotion.

But inside she was afraid.

Though she didn’t show it, her nerves were on edge.

had no idea what to expect in Northara.

If… if this is the worst–case scenario…

A shiver ran through her chest.

She clenched her fingers and forced herself not to think about it.

Several hours later, the airplane landed at an airport in Northara.

Sienna was the first to leave the cabin. Her expression was calm, her features composed, and she wore a dark trench coat that made her look sharp and commanding.

At that moment, she fully embodied the authority of the Ginger family’s head.

Chapter 113 Arrival in Northara

Sienna took a deep breath and walked down the iron steps.

To her surprise, a swarm of reporters was already waiting at the airport.

They held cameras and microphones, and the moment they saw her, their eyes lit up like predators spying prey.

Meanwhile, Jean remained on the plane.

Finished

When most of the crowd had cleared, she quietly made her way to the back of the plane, where Ludwig had been hiding.

Worried that he might forget to sneak out, she came to check on him.

But the area was silent.

If Ludwig is still herehe will have said something by now.

That meant he’d already slipped out.

Jean breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the airport staff would take care of her luggage, she left empty–handed and stepped off the plane.

To her dismay, Sienna was already surrounded by reporters.

Although she was protected by bodyguards, the media pressed forward like a mob, “Madam Sienna, your son is presumed dead. How are you feeling right now?”

Jean almost rolled her eyes.

What kind of question is that?

“They say the exact crash site hasn’t been confirmed. The official rescue hasn’t started yet. What do you think?”

“Do

o you think there’s still hope for Dominic’s survival?” 

“Could the crash have been caused by poor maintenance of the Ginger family’s private jet?”

“Will

you personally visit the crash site?”

Question after question was hurled at Sienna, sharp and relentless.

The bodyguards tried to push them back, but Sienna said nothing.

She held her head high her expression cold as if none of them even existed.

Chapter 113 Arrival in Northara

Jean came down the stairs, quickly dodging the crowd and heading in another direction.

Getting mixed up with those reporters would have been a disaster.

No empathy at all. Just vultures.

Sienna is the victim’s familyyet they kept asking painful questions just for clicks and headlines.

Jean shook her head and picked up the pace.

At the same time, the news of Sienna’s flight to Northara went viral on social media.

Finished

“Dominic’s mother is going to Northara. Let’s hope it doesn’t end with white hair burying black.”

“Don’t jinx it! He could still be alive.”

“It’s hard to believe that someone I saw on TV is now in an accident like this.”

“Sienna went herself… I didn’t think someone of her status would.”

“I hope she brings her son back safely.”

“It hurts too much to think about. If you put yourself in her shoes, you’ll cry.”

“Please let there be a miracle.”

“Heard the Ginger family wasn’t close. Didn’t expect Sienna to go in person. Maybe there are still some real feelings there.”

jean walked quickly, scanning the area.

Still no sign of Ludwig.

He is well hiddenso well hidden that couldn’t even find him

But I knew he is smart enough to stay close to me. He wouldn’t get lost.

With that thought, she stopped searching and returned to Sienna.

Sienna’s profile was filled with quiet sorrow. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and Jean could see the faint glimmer of tears on her lashes.

Jean tapped her shoulder gently.

Sienna jumped and turned stiffly to meet Jean’s bright eyes.

“Mom.”

Chapter 113 Arrival in Northara

Sienna’s mood is even worse than I had expected

Finished

“Don’t be sad. What we need now is strength, Jean said, her gaze steady, like an adult comforting a child.

Sienna blinked in surprise.

Then she smiled faintly, touched. “Thank you, Jean.”

I never thought that in this moment of grief and weakness, the one at my side will be the daughter who had always seemed invisible.

Jean smiled back.

The two of them got into the black car waiting at the curb and drove directly to the hotel.

Sienna had already booked a five–star hotel in the area.

The drive was smooth, as if the press scrum earlier had been only a brief, unpleasant memory.

At the hotel, Jean was escorted to her private suite.

The room was elegantly furnished with everything she needed.

She opened her suitcase and was about to unpack when she heard a noise at the window.

She immediately understood and hurried over.

Jean turned the handle of the window and pulled it open as far as it would go, a dark blur shot through like a sharp gust of wind and entered the suite at lightning speed.

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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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