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Chapter 577 Going Back 

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She quickly bought herself a pair of shoes and socks. Then she headed into the mall’s restroom to clean up and put the shoes on. Turning on the faucet, she cupped some cool water in her hands and splashed it onto her face. Her nerves finally cased a little; she forced herself to stay sharp

By the time Jean walked out of the mall, the night had grown thick and heavy. Overhead, clouds veiled the moon; wisps of dark mist drifted across the sky, eerie and restless

Jean hailed another taxi

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She didn’t know the exact address of the manor, at least not for now; she could only rely on memory guide the driver back there. She knew it was incredibly risky. Her mother, her brother, even Ludwig, all of them would rather shoulder the danger themselves to keep her safe, to keep her far away from that place of chaos and danger… 

Going back was clearly against everything they had wanted for her

But she had to return, if any of them died, then no matter how long she lived, she’d carry the weight of guilt and regret for the rest of her life

And that manhe wouldn’t let her go

She was sure of it, it was only a matter of time. Even if she hid now, kept her head down, stayed buried deep somewhere safe, it would only buy her a moment of peace

Better to face it headon; end it once and for all

The taxi pulled up in front of the manor

Jean didn’t get out right away; she watched the manor gates through the car window

They looked unremarkableeerily calm, as if nothing had ever happened

But Jean knew better. There was no way the inside of that manor was as quiet as it looked… 

She pushed the door open and stepped out of the cab

Back at the mall, she hadn’t only bought shoes and socks; she’d picked up other geartoo

A black coat, a dark cap pulled low over her headher entire outfit a blend of shadows, an effort to hide herself in the pitchblack night. Her pockets were stuffed with a few extra tools she’d picked up on the fly

It wasn’t much, but it was all she could manage with what she had

The rest was up to fate, she slipped through the manor gates swiftly, merging into the dense shadows of night

She hadn’t gone far when someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder

Jean froze midstep; her heart skipped and then clenched

Just as her muscles tensed and her fists tightened, a familiar voice cut through the dark. What are you doing here?” 

Jean’s head snapped up

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In the dim light, she slowly made out the face in front of her

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It was Jolene. Behind her stood a group of figures with their faces hidden, their appearances nearly impossible to make out…. 

Jean quickly realizedthey were members sent by the Abyssal Choir

She just hadn’t expected Jolene to be the one leading them

You allJean blinked. Did Ludwig send you?” 

She already suspected as much, but she still wanted to be sure

Jolene gave a nod. He said he ran into trouble here and needed the organization to send backup

Jean considered that. It seemed Ludwig hadn’t mentioned her to the Abyssal Choir at all

I’m going in with you.Jean didn’t overthink it; she spoke plainly

You’re going in too?A flicker of hesitation crossed Jolene’s eyes

Jean nodded firmly. She pressed her lips together and carefully explained, To be honest, Ludwig asked for your help because of me.” 

My family is inside too. I might understand the situation better than you doand I want to get them out as soon as possible. Don’t worry; I won’t slow you down.” 

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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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