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The Family 285

Chapter 285 A Good Dog 

I still don’t buy it. When the evidence is solid, it shouldn’t be this easy to overturn.” 

Let the bullet fly a little longer.” 

Ugh, the redemption arc is too simple.” 

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As soon as Edgar finished his testimony, the male lawyer seated next to Sarah couldn’t wait to jump in. His eyes were sharp and cold as he stared at Edgar, firing off aggressively, This young man claims to be a witness, but can he provide proof that he was actually present that night?” 

From start to finish, this is all just your onesided story. There’s no actual evidence. If you made all this up, it wouldn’t be surprising at all.” 

And even if you were there that night, can you prove you actually saw both Thomas and Sarah? Not someone else?” 

Because your bias is way too obvious. Without solid evidence, there’s no way your testimony will convince anyone.” 

His clear and methodical argument instantly struck a chord with everyone in the roomand all the viewers watching the livestream

That’s right

Even if Edgar didn’t seem like he was lying, he was still just a teenager running his mouth. Whatever he said, people were supposed to just take it at face value? That he saw who he said he saw

It didn’t hold water. Not without actual proof

Jean sat in her seat, one eyebrow subtly raised as her gaze floated toward Sarah’s lawyer

That lawyer really was Thomas’s loyal mutt

Even now, he was still defending Thomas to the bitter end, ignoring the facts and trying to shift the blame

Jean’s lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing from the corner of her eyes

Good thing she came prepared

He does have proof that he was there that night.” 

It wasn’t Edgar who spoke again, but Jolene, who smiled as she stepped forward

She promptly submitted a new piece of surveillance footage to the judge

No one except Jean and Jolene had seen this footage before

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Chapter 285 A Good Dog 

Don’t tell me it’s more license plates?” 

Why are there so many videos we haven’t seen before? Were the earlier recordings incomplete?” 

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Following the license plate footage, Jolene submitted yet another recording, this one from a different angle

Though the lighting was dim, the brightness and clarity had been adjusted in postproduction. Everyone could clearly see a thin, fraillooking boy curled up on a bench along Tri Street

He sat frozen, like he was lost in thought, until eventually, he slowly stood up

Only then did everyone get a good look at his figure and face- 

It was Edgar

The timestamp on the footage matched the night of the incident exactly. Everything lined up

Jean watched with a blank expression, her hand absentmindedly propping up her chin

This footage came from the dusty old surveillance camera outside that rundown convenience store

It had slipped through the cracksone that Thomas hadn’t managed to tamper with

Jean remembered combing through the store’s recordings and, after a long search in the dark, finally spotted Edgar huddled in a corner

Later, she adjusted the brightness and clarity and discovered even more— 

Like how Edgar stood up at the very end, facing the camera just enough to reveal his face

It was undeniable proof that he’d been there

Damn, he really was there that night?” 

I compared itit’s definitely him. He was at Tri Street that night.” 

But what if the video’s fake?” 

Come on, not everything is fake. That’s clearly real surveillance footage.” 

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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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