When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250 He’s Sharp

Asher slowly dropped his gaze.

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His face returned to its usual calm, as if the surprise Jean bad just seen on him had all been in her head.

Silence fell between them–heavy, still, almost suffocating.

He looked like a statue carved out of frost, frozen in place, unmoving and wordless.

Jean didn’t speak either.

She simply sat across from him, her lips pressed together in a patient line, waiting.

This wasn’t something you could rush.

She had to give him time. Let him find his footing.

“This whole thing…”

Finally, after what felt like forever, Asher parted his lips. His voice was low and hoarse, rough around the edges.

“I never planned on telling anyone. Not about that night. Not about… anything. It’s my family. And if the truth gets out before the time is right, it could hurt a lot of people.”

Jean nodded slowly, understanding.

She agreed with his decision to stay quiet.

Even though she–someone who wasn’t from this world–already knew how everything played out, this kind of bombshell couldn’t be dropped lightly.

If Asher made a wrong move… if the wrong people found out before he was ready…

It could destroy him.

His past would come out eventually. He’d go back to the Lawson family, one way or another. But not yet.

Now wasn’t the time.

“Nothing’s been confirmed,” Asher continued, his voice steadier now. “I’ve had… suspicions. Hunches. But no proof. I didn’t want to risk it. Not unless I was sure.”

He glanced up, locking eyes with Jean. His gaze was steady, unreadable.

“If it weren’t for what you said to me back then, I never would’ve even considered it. I never would’ve connected myself to the Lawsons.”

Jean gave a crooked little smile. “That? That was a shot in the dark. Don’t tell me I actually nailed it?”

Asher exhaled faintly. “I’m not sure. But the chances feel like… seventy, eighty percent.”

, ay

Kid, you’re being modest.

You’re sitting on a one–hundred–percent plot twist. DNA doc’t lie.

Good thing she’d asked Jolene to speak with the officers beforehand–requested that this conversation not be recorded, watched, or interrupted.

She’d said it was a psychological consultation, meant to help get Asher talking. And to do that, he needed to feel safe. No cameras. No pressure.

They’d bought it.

Mostly because Jolene had vouched for her. With her connections, her reputation… yeah. The cops hadn’t even blinked.

But Jean was sure of one thing–Asher had picked up on it too.

He knew.

He’d figured out there were no cameras in here, no audio. If there had been, no way he would’ve admitted to any of this. Even if Jean had guessed everything right, he would’ve played dumb.

Asher wasn’t just smart. He was dangerous smart.

“You’re the only one I’ve told.” His voice was solemn now, almost heavy. “It’s not something I can just… throw out there. If the truth comes out, it has to be at the right time.”

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Jean gave him a look. “So that’s why you kept your mouth shut. Didn’t tell your mom, didn’t tell Sofia, didn’t tell your lawyer, didn’t even tell the police.”

She leaned in a little, smirking.

“Let me guess–you figured staying in here would be easier than trying to explain everything, huh?”