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The Family 547

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Chapter 547 Utterly Clueless 

Jean didn’t even hesitate. She shook her head quickly and, with a voice as calm and unbothered as water said, There’s nothing I want to ask. It is what it is.” 

The words landed like a blade, and Sienna’s heart splintered

Still just a child, and yetshe’d accepted everything so easily? No questions, no protest, not even a hint of confusion

But before Sienna could recover, Jean smiled

It was a bright, genuine smile, one that shimmered in her eyes and softened the corners of her lips. AnywayI still want to wish you a happy birthday.” 

She didn’t call her Mom.” 

From the second she stepped out of the shadows until this very moment, Jean hadn’t said the word once. Not when she addressed her directly, not when she offered her gift, not when she said goodbye

She wasn’t trying to prove anything. She simply didn’t want to be seen as shamelesslike someone still clinging to a title she no longer had a right to

She wasn’t the Ginger family’s real daughter. That much had been made clear

But if there was one small upside to all of thisit was that she no longer had to linger in the background, hiding her presence like something shameful. For the first time, she could walk openly into the light, stand in front of Sienna, and say what she had always wanted to say

Happy birthday

That alone was enough

After the words left her lips, Jean didn’t wait for a response. She didn’t glance at Sarah, whose expression was frozen and unreadable, or at the Ginger brothers who still looked like they were struggling to breathe. She didn’t give Sienna time to speak, didn’t wait for any hugs or tearful declarations

She turned and left

Fast

The moment she reached her bedroom and shut the door behind her, a deep sigh escaped her chest. Her shoulders fell. And for the first time all evening, she lookedfree

Some of what she’d said downstairs had been real. But not all of it

She truly was furious with Sarah. That much hadn’t been a performance. The fact that she’d gone out of her wayspent months, money, and goodwillto secure that painting from an elusive artist, only to have it weaponized against her by the very woman she had begged, was outrageous. Dressing up sabotage as a gift? That was low even for Sarah

But what angered Jean most wasn’t the painting

It was the timing

She had poured everything into making this day meaningful for Sienna. And Sarah had ruined it 

Chapter 547 Utterly Clueless 

Humiliated her. Hijacked the entire event and turned it into a personal circus of revelation

Jean didn’t fault her for coming to claim her place. That was fair

But doing it today

Doing it like this

No one with basic emotional intelligence would’ve chosen a mother’s birthday banquet as the moment to declare someone else’s child an imposter. Sure, in a novel it might be a stunning twist, a faceslapping moment of triumph, but in real life

It was just cruel

Tactless. Petty. Selfserving

Sarah’s emotional intelligence was, in a word, nonexistent

Still, Jean had made a conscious decision not to play the victim in front of the Ginger family. Not tonight. She’d played the role of someone calm, someone resigned, someone quietly grieving

Because in moments like this, silence was sharper than screaming. Composure was heavier than breakdowns

It wasn’t about stoicism. It was strategy

Jean knew the Ginger family loved her. Their care over the years hadn’t been a lie. But with Sarah’s return, she could no longer predict where their loyalties would fall. In the original story, the brothers and Sienna had wholeheartedly embraced Sarah. Jean had become a discarded footnote

But this wasn’t the original story anymore

She had changed things

And maybejust maybethat would be enough

If nothing else, she wanted to leave an impression. She wanted them to remember the way she carried herself today, the way she smiled through betrayal and still offered warmth

Because the truth was, Jean didn’t want to stay

Even if the Ginger family didn’t throw her out, even if they told her nothing would change, even if they begged her to stay…. 

She didn’t want to live under the same roof as Sarah

If Sarah was capable of this much drama at school, what would she do at home

No thanks

Jean’s goal wasn’t to stay. Her goal was to make the Ginger family miss her when she was gone. To make them resent Sarah’s presence, bit by bit

Because if there was anything worse than being forgotten…. 

It was being remembered too fondly by the people Sarah wanted to love her most

10:02 Thu, 31 Jul GEJ 

When the Book Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl 

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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