When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind
The Family 575
Chapter i575 /iLike a Savior
“Miss, that’s the main gate up ahead.”
bFinished /b
Lost in thought, Jean hadn’t even realized the butler had extended his hand, pointing toward the faint outline of the estate’s gate in the night.
She pulled herself back to the present and nodded.
Quickly, she walked past the butler and stepped through the grand iron gate.
Qutside, the cold wind swept past her, and the asphalt beneath her bare feet was icy and unyielding.
The only thing she could be grateful for was that the pain in her limbs had almostpletely faded; she could move without suffering now.
She let out a silent breath and was just about to take another step when, without warning, a dark figure shot out in front of her. Jean didn’t have time to stop–she ran straight into it.
Her nose bumped against a man’s chest, and the next second, his arms wrapped around her.
“You should really watch where you’re going.”
The voice made her heart jolt. “Ludwig…”
She had wished for him toe, yet feared he’d risk too much danger for her. She’d been torn, hoping against hope he’d somehow show up…
And now, he was actually here.
It felt like the voice in her heart had reached him somehow.
Ludwig’s sudden appearance felt like that of a savior.
Jean’s eyes stung. An ache welled up in her chest and spilled over before she could stop it.
Maybe it was everything that had just happened inside the estate; maybe it was the emotional wreckage left behind. But seeing Ludwig now–there wasfort, release, and an overwhelming sense of being seen.
“What’s wrong?”
Ludwig steadied her, then released his arms. He lowered his gaze, eyes filled with quiet concern.
“Nothing.”
Though a thousand words sat at the tip of her tongue, Jean just shook her head. She stared into his sharp, narrow eyes. “Why did youe?”
His expression was calm and unreadable. “I wanted to talk to you about leaving the Ginger family. I bwent /blooking for you.”
Jean went quiet. iWent /iilooking /iifor /iime /iiat /iithe /iiGinger /iifamily/ii? /iiDon’t /itell ime /iithis /iiguy /iiclimbed /iin bthrough /bbmy /bbibedroom /i/biwindow /iiagain/ii. /i
“You weren’t in your room,” Ludwig continued. “And I noticed the batmosphere /bbin /bbthe /bbhouse /bbwas /bboff/bb. /bbNot /bbjust /byou, your whole family was gone. bI /bhad a bad feeling. bSo /bI btracked /bbthe /bbbadge’s /bbsignal /bband /bbended /bbup /bbhere/bb. /b
Chapter 575 Like a Savior
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Jean’s heart skipped. iThank /iiGod /iiyou /iididn’t /iiactually /iigo /iiinside/i. iThank /iiGod /iihe /iran iinto /ime here at the bgate/bb. /bbiIf /i/bihe /iihad /iwalked in unprepared and iconfronted /iithat /iman idirectly/ii, /iiit /iiwould’ve /iibeen /ibeyond dangerous.
“Ludwig, I need to ask you something.” Jean said, her tone suddenly serious.
The shift in her expression made Ludwig’s face harden slightly too. “Go ahead.”
“The Abyssal Choir… has it changed over the years?” she asked cautiously. “I remember it used to bbe /bbjust /bba /bmysterious organization, nothing more. But in recent years, the missions you’ve taken have gotten riskier you’ve even been hurt. And the way people talk about the Abyssal Choir has changed too. A lot of bthem /bbsay /bit’s a dangerous group, soaked in blood… I’ve been distanced from the organization thesest few byears/b. I don’t know what’s been happeningtely.”
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Ludwig’s eyes darkened, emotions flickering behind them. He didn’t want to hide anything from herb. /b“You’re not wrong. It’s pretty much what you think… But the Abyssal Choir did what it had to do to surviveb. /bThere wasn’t much choice. Most of the time, it’s about defending ourselves–about hitting back. bIf /bbwe /bdidn’t, we’d just be targets, picked off by other groups.”
His words not only answered Jean’s doubts–they gave her a sliver of hope, too. At least now, the Abyssal Choir had the strength to strike back.
“Then can I borrow the strength of the organization?” she finally asked, revealing her true purpose.
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