Chapter 548 She Knew Her Own Future


    Jean had a decent grasp on the Ginger family’s current attitude.


    She was about eighty percent sure that Sienna and the others wouldn’t suddenly flip sides the way <b>they </b><b>had </b>in the original plot and immediately embrace Sarah while throwing her out.


    In fact, at this moment, the Ginger family probably leaned more toward her.


    That was the conclusion Jean hade to based on everything so far.


    But she also knew–it was only temporary.


    As Sarah moved into the Ginger household and began spending more time with them<b>, </b><b>as </b>her <b>presence </b>settled in, everything could change.


    Sarah was the main character, after all. She had the kind of charm that made people fall for her without even realizing it. That painter identity alone had Sienna wrapped around her finger.


    If Sarah truly moved into the Ginger family estate and started showing off more of her talent and virtues<b>, </b><b>it </b>was only a matter of time before they all shifted toward her.


    And on top of everything else, there was the one thing Jean could neverpete with–blood.


    Still, Jean didn’t n to worry about that just yet.


    What she really needed to think about right now was how to coexist with Sarah.


    Living under the same roof? Absolutely out of the question.


    Meanwhile, downstairs in the main hall-


    After all the chaos, after Jean’s sudden exit, there was no way Sienna could continue hosting the party.


    Dominic, Easton, and the others wanted to follow Jean, talk to her, exin something–anything–but with all the guests still present, they couldn’t exactly chase after her.


    Sienna quickly apologized to everyone, her words sincere, and gave the order for the butlers and staff to politely and quietly see the guests out.


    Soon, only the Ginger family and Sarah remained in the hall.


    “What’s your name?” Sienna finally asked, having had a moment to collect herself. Her voice was calm, her expressionposed, her gaze sharp and focused on the girl in front of her.


    Sarah opened her mouth and answered quietly, “My name is Sarah.”


    Sienna froze.


    Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of shock passing through them. She stood there for a moment, stunned.


    That name–she’d heard it before.


    She’d heard it inside Jean’s thoughts.


    <b>Chapter </b>548 She Knew Her Own Future


    <b><i>So </i></b><b><i>Jean </i></b><b>had </b>known all <i>along</i><b><i>? </i></b>


    <b>It </b><b>made </b>sense. <b>Jean </b>always had a strange air about her, as if she carried secrets no <b>one </b><b>else </b>could touch, could see things that others couldn’t. She had always known too much.


    She had known about the future.


    <b>It </b>exined everything. All the times Sienna had sensed a shadow over her, that subtle grief <b>Jean </b>always seemed to carry. The sadness that never quite reached the surface, the weight in her gaze when no one else <b>was </b>looking.


    And that name–Sarah. That name had been echoing in Jean’s heart this whole time.


    Of course she’d been prepared. Her calm tonight wasn’t surprising at all.


    She had been bracing herself for this for years.


    Jean had probably spent all this time building herself up, making peace with what wasing. Numbing herself.


    And yet, on the surface, she had always been so kind. So cheerful. Always the one solving problems for others, making everyoneugh.


    <i>My </i><i>Jean</i><i>… </i>


    The Ginger family brothers all had their own reactions too.


    Some of them remembered hearing that name–Sarah–whispered in Jean’s heart.


    Now that the girl had said it aloud, everything suddenly clicked.


    But what shocked them most wasn’t her identity.


    It was the fact that this Sarah–this girl–was the same one Jean hadined about before. The same person who had targeted her at school, who had, written nderous letters and sent them to the Ginger family mansion.


    So it was her.


    The same girl who had caused Jean so much grief at school was now standing here, iming to be their real


    sister.


    Their expressions darkened instantly.


    Their hearts clenched, their breath cold.


    They all had the same thought–<i>This </i><i>girl </i>is <i>the </i><i>one </i><i>who </i>made <i>Jean </i><i>suffer</i>. And now she <i>wants </i><b><i>to </i></b><b><i>take </i></b><b><i>her </i></b><b><i>ce</i></b><b><i>. </i></b>