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Fake Heiress's Thoughts

Chapter 544
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When the Book-Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl Chapter 545 Heartache Sienna had spoken.

And with those four simple words-"Welcyou home"-everything was sealed.

18 Pearls She had accepted Sarah's identity. Had acknowledged the truth unfolding before them. Had confirmed, publicly and unequivocally, that Sarah was her daughter.

Dominic and Easton stood frozen, their expressions darkening by the second. Their once-gentle eyes had narrowed into cold, cutting slits, gaze flicking back and forth between Sarah and Sienna. Their handsfeatures were taut, as if carved in stone.

The guests, meanwhile, were caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. Mouths hung open. Eyes darted wide. They had cexpecting a birthday banquet-not front-row seats to the Ginger family's private .

The entire thing felt surreal.

Jean had seen enough.

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She stepped out from the shadows of the upstairs corridor and began her descent, heels clicking against the polished floor. The sound echoed sharply in the silence.

Every head turned.

Sarah. Sienna. The Ginger brothers. All of them.

Jean didn't falter beneath their gazes.

She was dressed for the occasion. Her teal-blue gown skimmed her figure like water, the color making her skin glow like polished ivory. Her makeup was subtle, enhancing the brightness of her features, drawing sharp contrast to her bold, striking beauty. Where Sarah was icy and delicate, Jean was arresting- dangerous, almost. She descended the stairs without a word, calm as glass.

"Jean..." Sienna's lips parted faintly, voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto Jean's face, wide and trembling with something between pain and helpless affection. So much had built up in her chest-words she longed to say, explanations she ached to offer.

She wanted to tell Jean that nothing would change. That even with Sarah's return, Jean would always be the beloved daughter of the Ginger family. That she would always be loved. That Sienna's feelings would never shift.

But the words wouldn't come.

They clung to her throat, heavy and stubborn. All she could do was look at Jean with eyes clouded in grief and guilt.

The brothers watched her too. Not one of them breathed.

They knew Jean had been upstairs the entire time. She must've heard everything.

If they had the power to shield her from the truth, to keep her in blissful ignorance forever-they would've done it in a heartbeat. But now... it was too late.

acne Jean reached the center of the room and let out a slow breath. Her eyes swept across the crowd, then settled squarely on Sarah.

Sarah met her gaze, and the air turned to ice.

The tension between them rippled outward, electric and silent.

All around them, guests stared openly. So this was the elusive, hidden daughter of the Ginger family. The one who had been kept so carefully out of the spotlight.

Beautiful, no doubt. Elegant, poised-her presence impossible to ignore. But there was something. different. The resemblance was faint. Her features didn't quite match the Ginger family's famed symmetry.

In contrast, the girl claiming to be Sienna's biological e daughter-Sarah-bore @stükingm resemblance to the Ginger siblings. The lines of her face, the sharpness of her gaze, the calm confidence... it all aligned. To some, the DNA tests were already irrelevant. The truth was written across their faces.

Jean pressed her lips together for a moment, then smiled.

It was the kind of smile that wasn't a smile at all-polished, practiced, and devoid of warmth. Her lips curved, but her eyes stayed cold.

"When I reached out to you months ago," she said to Sarah, her tone light, "I did it for my spent tween birthday.

tracking you down, flattering you, offering more than generous payment, just to convince you to accept the commission." Her gaze hardened, sharp enough to cut glass.

"And you accepted. You even smiled and nodded. But what you gavewas this-a painting stuffed with your own agenda. And now you have the audacity to call it a gift?" 5.5K