When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 206

Carl’s brow furrowed instinctively, a rare ripple of emotion flashing beneath his usually cold exterior.

His lips tightened into a thin line as thoughts tangled in his eyes–conflicting, unsettled.

Across the table, Queenie suddenly shook her head in frustration, her voice rising sharply. “No… Something’s wrong. We’re doing this again!”

She couldn’t accept the lie detector’s result. She refused to.

Jean’s expression darkened immediately.

Fighting through the discomfort still lingering in her body, she bit down in frustration. “Seriously? This again? Are we just going to keep repeating it until the result fits your script? Anything else doesn’t count, is that it?”

Judging by Queenie’s constipated–looking expression, Jean could already guess what happened–the machine hadn’t given her the answer she wanted.

Stubborn to a fault.

All the frustration Jean had been holding back finally surged to the surface. She glared at Queenie and snapped, “You interrogated me yourself for ages. Then you even brought out a lie detector. And the result? I’m clean. Innocent. You were wrong about me. Why can’t you just admit it?”

Queenie’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting Jean to lash out like this.

Surprise, anger, indignation–all kinds of emotions boiled up at once. She slammed her palm down on the table with a bang, ready to shout-

“You-!”

“That’s enough.”

Before she could finish, Carl finally spoke.

His voice cut through the tension like a blade. Cold, controlled, and layered with unmistakable warning.

He looked over with eyes like frosted glass, sharp and indifferent. “We’re done here.”

With that, it was over.

The words seemed to seal the interrogation, once and for all.

Queenie’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her pupils trembled, her emotions churning behind them.

“It’s late,” Queenie said from behind, her voice now eerily calm. “Why not let her stay the night and send her back tomorrow?”

She’d already stood up and was gazing out the window, her expression neutral, her storm of emotion seemingly gone. She spoke to Carl, though she never turned to him.

Carl didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked toward the door–toward Jean.

Sensing this, Jean glanced back.

Their eyes met–his gaze was dark and steady, as if silently asking what she wanted.

Jean understood. He was letting her choose.

She thought about it carefully. If she went home now, it would be a long, exhausting ride. But if she stayed, she could rest right away…

Truthfully, she was tired.

Her body, her mind–after all the tension, it was all crashing down into bone–deep fatigue.