When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family 90 Chapter 90 Turning the Tide Finished After going through that fire emergency together-working side by side to put it out-and then watching Easton wash the dishes without being asked, Jean's inner bias started to waver just a little.

Could this guy really be changing? Maybe he wasn't as awful as I thought... No! Can't be fooled by appearances. Gotta stay alert, always. Jean shook her head firmly.

While Easton washed dishes, he listened to Jean's thoughts.

The corner of his mouth tugged up in a faint, self-mocking smile. Honestly, it wasn't so much that he'd changed. Somehow, though, he did feel a small twinge of guilt.

That fire had caught them both off guard. And Jean had looked genuinely scared.

He'd thrown off her mood and made her miss dinner...

Easton did feel bad. And then there was another thing- From what he'd heard in her thoughts, the girl still carried a heavy bias against him. She still thought he might try to hurt her....

He closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh. I really wanna fix the way she sees me... this is crazy. Why do I even care so much? Meanwhile, the livestream chat was lighting up with praise.

"Easton's seriously husband material-washing the dishes without a word." "Jean probably wanted to help at first, but Easton just took over." "They're too cute. Just stay together forever, please. I love watching them." "They've been through so much today. Finally had dinner-hope they get a good rest.” "These two little sweethearts are growing onmore and more." "I've fallen for Easton. A man who washes dishes? Husband goals." "Why didn't Jean help wash dishes though? Easton did it all!" "Ugh, stop ruining the mood. Jean was going to help. Easton took the whole thing on himself. They're both great- chill." "You're just jealous of Jean, huh?" "Jealous of what? Jean hasn't done a single useful thing today. Easton's done everything." 12.56 PM Chapter 90 Turning the Tide Finished "Exactly. On the surface it looks like Easton's doing all the work, but honestly, if he were paired with one else, he probably wouldn't lift a finger. I know his personality well" "Right? The chemistry between these two is just right. They're such a sweet match." Night had fallen, Jean and Easton had finished washing up and were getting ready for bed.

With their phones confiscated and no internet, not even a TV in their mud-walled room, there: was nothing left to do but turn in early.

There were no private rooms in this house. The two hard wooden beds were set up facing each other, separated by a stretch of rough, uneven cement floor.

So, technically, they were sharing a room. Jean was bundled up so tight there wasn't a bit of skin showing, while Easton, ever the gentleman, lay down without even glancing her way.

Around them, the crumbling mud walls let in a faint chill. The beds creaked sharply with every movement, and the boards underneath made bones ache.

Easton had never imagined he'd ever sleep in a place like this.

It was uncomfortable, sure-but more than anything, it was a new experience.

Right now, he felt surprisingly calm.

Listening to the soft chirp of insects outside and Jean's quiet breathing nearby, he found a rare sense of peace... Sleep cquickly.

Compared to the other contestants' setups, Jean and Easton's living conditions were by far the worst. But neither of them complained. They just drifted off quietly.

Still, the chat hadn't stopped.

"They're too cute, I'm melting." "They're sleeping so sweetly in that awful place... my heart hurts." This house is actually horrible. I feel awful for them." "Easton and little Jean-sweet dreams, you two." They're in the worst house, but didn't complain once. Watching this makesfeel so calm." "I love them so much. I could watch them forever-please don't end the stream." "Today was rough, but I'm wishing them a lucky tomorrow. Sleep well, cuties." "I'm soft now." Chapter 90 Turning the Tide Finished As each guest eventually fell asleep, the livestream wrapped up for the night. Viewers didn't want it to end. Though the stream had ended, online discussions kept going.

The most talked-about guest that day was, unsurprisingly, Easton-he was a walking mafor attention. But Jean unexpectedly cin second.

Sure, a lot of people criticized her-but many others loved her.

Ssaid she was useless, not nearly as capable as Julia, and blamed her for dragging Easton down.

Others said she was innocent and sweet, and that her interactions with Easton were genuinely heartwarming. Jean's reputation was... mixed.

But controversy always meant attention. Thanks to the chaos of that day. Jean's nwas now firmly in the public eye.

She had becthe center of debate, and her cute looks and natural demeanor had won over a surprising number of fans.

Jean herself had no clue what was going on. She fell asleep quickly and Yand slept through the night without a dream. By the tshe woke up the next morning, the sunlight was already creeping over her blanket. She blinked herself awake and slowly sat up. Wait... did I oversleep? "You woke up just in time. Breakfast's ready." Easton's calm voice floated over to her.

Jean turned her head quickly and spotted the dirty wooden table m across the foame: Two bowls of plain room rice porridge and a few eggs were already laid out. "Where'd you get duck eggs?" she blurted, without thinking.

Easton's lips curved. "I took a walk earlier. Sold guy gave them to me." "What a nice guy," Jean said with feeling.

"Must've been charmed by my good looks." Easton raised a brow and said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jean was speechless. Ugh. Narcissist.

Easton finished setting the spoons and motioned to her. "Hurry up and wash up. Breakfast's getting cold." Chapter 90 Turning the Tide #Finished

The two of them finished breakfast at a relaxed pace and, following the director's instructions began strolling toward the camphor tree clearing where everyone had gathered the day before. Meanwhile, a new day of livestreaming had begun. "Today, we'll be sending everyone to explore Westwood Mountain..." As Jean got closer, she overheard Taylor giving instructions to an assistant.

Wait, what? Westwood Mountain? Her eyes flew open.