When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family 72 Chapter 72 Powerless Fury Matheo shook his head slightly and pushed the thoughts aside.

Finished What could Sienna possibly change into? She'd always be blindly loyal to him, completely under his thumb Matheo was confident in that.

Suddenly- Footsteps echoed from the front door.

Matheo instinctively turned his head. A small figure had appeared at the entryway.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out who it was- It was no one else but his youngest daughter, Jean.

Matheo didn't interact much with Jean, and the girl barely spoke to him either.

Their relationship had always been distant and cold. Frankly, he preferred it that way.

He'd never liked this daughter. The less he saw of her, the better.

Jean walked through the living room, originally planning to head straight for the stairs- But her eyes shifted, and she noticed Matheo sitting there.

This was her first tseeing this scumbag of a father. She couldn't help stopping in her tracks.

Matheo hadn't expected Jean to suddenly freeze mid-step and stand there like a statue, staring directly at him.

This wasn't the Jean he remembered.

What the hell was she looking at? Matheo turned his head and met Jean's deep, cold stare.

She looked at him like he was sdisgusting stranger.

It pissed him off.

Jean used to just ignore him. But now she was glaring at him like this? What kind of attitude was that? Clearly, Sienna had raised her poorly.

Chapter 72 Powerless Fury Matheo shook his head in annoyance and barked, "What are you staring at?" His tone was sharp and cold, his face twisted in open disgust.

Jean pressed her lips together, staying silent. But in her head, she was already muttering- "What, I can't look at you? Gross old man.

Matheo's eyes bulged. At first, he thought he was hallucinating.

But no-he had definitely heard Jean's voice. Clear as day. Right in his ears.

He had no idea what the hell was going on.

He glared at Jean, his voice shaking with rage. "What did you just say?" Jean blinked in confusion, clearly not expecting him to yell.

"Oops. Did the deadbeat get triggered again?" "You...!" Finished Matheo nearly spat blood. His lips trembled uncontrollably. He opened his mouth to speak, but after all that effort, all he could squeeze out was, "You-" He didn't even know how to argue back.

His rage was boiling, but Jean's calm face only made it worse. He stood up and walked over to her, towering over his daughter.

The moment he thought of what she'd just said, his fist clenched.

He fought the urge to slap this brat across the face and hissed, "Is this what your mother taught you? No manners at all!" Jean felt like she was being falsely accused on a cosmic scale.

"I didn't even do anything! How am I suddenly the rude one? Is it because I didn't say hello? Seriously? Is this man for real? You're a grown-ass man. Grow up." Matheo clenched his fist even tighter, his knuckles going pale.

But something else was sinking in.

Jean hadn't said a single word aloud.

Everything he heard-was from her thoughts? His eyes flashed with brief confusion.

1253 PM © ₫ Chapter 72 Powerless Fury But more importantly- So this quict daughter of his actually thought about him like that? He got even angrier. His teeth ground together from the pressure. He wanted to explode.

Finished rage and "I didn't say a word, Jean said, her voice cool and flat. Faced with Matheo's sudden accusations, she wasn't going to take it lying down. "And now I'm rude and disrespectful? Is this what being a failed househusband does to a man? Completely lost your mind?" Matheo was speechless.

"If life's too hard, don't take it out on kids. Try walking into traffic, maybe that'll fix things!" Matheo was speechless.

"Also, if I'm rude, doesn't that just mean you suck as a dad? What a useless waste of space." "Jean!" Matheo couldn't take it anymore. His rage exploded through every nerve. He reached out, hand raised high, ready to slap her and "teach her a lesson." Jean was caught off guard. She watched that hand coming down fast- Smack! Sienna had appeared out of nowhere. Her reflexes were sharp-she raised her hand and slapped Matheo's arm away.

The force behind it was brutal. Matheo hadn't seen it coming.

He staggered back a step, his arm stinging like fire, the pain going straight to the bone.

Sienna had always been strong, and he knew she could pack a punch. But this time, she didn't hold back at all..

She hadn't even flinched.

Meanwhile, Sienna didn't spare him a glance. She walked straight over and pulled Jean to her side, standing firmly in front of her like a protective lioness.

Her eyes narrowed, sharp as blades. She glared at Matheo like he was a criminal. "Do you even know what you were about to do? You were going to hit a child? From the day they were born, we've never laid a hand on our kids. What the hell is wrong with you? Can't even control yourself in front of your own daughter?" Even though she was furious, her voice was clear and steady.

Matheo's anger faltered. Her words forced him to calm down.

12:51 PM Chapter 22 Powerless Fury What could he even say? Finished He sure as hell couldn't tell Sienna the truth-that Jean had been cursing him out in her head. She'd think he'd lost it.

He stood there silently, lips pressed tight.

Jean, meanwhile, was being ushered away.

"Jean, are you okay?" Sienna held her daughter's hand as they headed upstairs. Her brows furrowed with concern. "He went too far just now. Trying to hit you like that..." Jean shook her head, face calm..

Not scared, just... wow. This scumbag really is worse than I imagined.

Sienna heard her thoughts and felt a bit more at case.

At least emotionally, Jean seemed okay.

Sienna reached out and gently patted her daughter's shoulder.

Whatever happened, she couldn't let this lunatic hurt her kids anymore. It was tto step things.

up.

Back in the living room, Matheo was still fuming.

He stormed into his bedroom, seething with frustration.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Incoming video call from Julia.

What was she calling him for, this late? Matheo's expression tightened.

He looked around the room cautiously. After thinking for a moment, he decided the bedroom wasn't safe enough.

Quietly, he slipped into the study and locked the door behind him.

There was no way he could let Sienna know he was talking to Julia.

He walked to the corner of the room where a bookshelf stood, then pressed “accept.” When the Family Reads the Fake Heiress Mind Chapter 73 Julia's Request "Daddy." Finished

Julia's sweet little face popped up on the screen. Her dark, ark eyes sparkled with innocent brightness, and her voice was soft and obedient. "What's wrong, Julia?"

Matheo's heart instantly melted. The contrast between this darling gifland that ungrateful brat he'd just argued with couldn't be clearer. The rage boiling inside him just moments ago finally began to ease.

"If you need anything, just tell me."

His voice softened even further, and the cold, stern look on his face was gone. Instead, he wore the gentle, he the fatherly smile he reserved for Julia alone. "Daddy, I... didn't I mention what I wanted to do now that I'm back in the country..." Julia bit her lip, carefully choosing her words.

Back in the country-right. Matheo narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Ah yes. Julia had told him before.

She wanted to enter the entertainment industry.

She had no interest in living like a regular student. She wanted the stage, the spotlight-to showcase her talent.

And of course, the only person she could rely on to make that happen was Matheo.

He had connections. He had ties to Blairford's upper crust. As the hidden pillar of the Ginger family, Matheo had the means.

Julia had called him specifically tonight to make sure he hadn't forgotten.

"Oh, right," Matheo nodded, remembering. "You said you wanted to be a child star, right?" Julia immediately nodded, her face lighting up. "I thought maybe you forgot..." Her tone held a note of wounded sweetness, just a hint of pouty complaint. Matheo felt his heart grow even warmer. He smiled and looked at her with fatherly affection.

"How could I forget? I said I'd help, and I meant it."