Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Worried About Her Opinion Chapter 115: Worried About Her Opinion Amelia nearly choked in anger.

“No manners!

You ill-bred wretch!” Selina remained unbothered and shrugged.

“If someone treats me without manners, why should I treat them any differently?” “You-!” Amelia’s fury choked her words, and she turned her anger toward Logan.

“Why are you just standing there?!

Throw this bitch out!” Her voice grew shrill.

“Logan, I am your mother!

I carried you, gave birth to you, and raised you!

Not so you could turn around and disrespect me!” Selina froze.

Wait.

This woman… was Logan’s biological mother?

Logan wasn’t the son of the true Perry heiress-he was the son of Amelia, the fake heiress?

It had always been said that Amelia forced her way into the Perry Family by using her son.

Did that mean Logan was actually a… bastard child?

Her thoughts raced back to Amelia’s constant mention of her precious “son”-so Logan had been mistreated by his own mother while she coddled her adopted son?

Logan and his so-called brother… Were a perfect reenactment of Anna and Amelia.

Selina couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

The Perry Family was laughable-raising fake daughters and fake sons, yet the only person who genuinely cared about Grandma Perry was… the so-called bastard child.

Logan’s gaze lowered slightly, hiding the flicker in his eyes.

His voice was calm but sharp.

“Since when does a foster daughter get to dictate the guest list at my grandmother’s birthday banquet?” “Shut up!” Amelia screeched like a rabid dog.

“You dare defy me over some slut?!

I may not be worthy, but neither are you!

You’re nothing but a bastard child!

If I had known back then, I should have just let you die!” Selina’s heart clenched.

How could a man like Logan… have a mother like this?

Her words were venomous, every syllable dripping with curses, wishing her own son dead.

But Logan simply smiled faintly, as if unaffected.

“I know I have no right to claim anything from the Perry Family.

That’s why I’ve never coveted what isn’t mine.

It’s a shame you, as a foster daughter, don’t seem to understand the same principle.” His voice was casual, yet cold.

“And as for Selina-she is the rightful eldest daughter of the Clark Family and my lawfully wedded wife.

If we’re comparing status, do you think you can compete with her?” “You… you insolent brat!” Amelia’s rage boiled over as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Someone throw these two filthy bastards out!

Right now!” “I think the one who should be thrown out is you.” A commanding female voice rang from the entrance.

The entire room fell silent as Grandma Perry entered, dressed in her finest attire, her expression sharp and unyielding.

“Amelia, since when do I need your permission to invite guests to my own banquet?” Her voice was ice.

“And Selina is no guest-she is Logan’s wife!” The crowd went still.

Amelia’s face turned an ugly shade of red as she swallowed her rage.

“Madam…” she forced out through gritted teeth.

Grandma Perry’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Well?

What are you all standing around for?

Throw Amelia out.” She swept a glare across the younger Perry Family members.

“Or have you all stopped listening to me?” The Perry couple had no choice but to step forward and try to smooth things over, whispering apologies and begging for forgiveness.

Only then did Amelia storm away in humiliation.

Grandma Perry watched the scene unfold and let out a sharp laugh.

“Pathetic.” …

Outside, Amelia was shaking with fury after being thrown out by her own son.

That Selina bitch-who the hell did she think she was?!

For years, she had done everything to please the old woman, yet Grandma Perry remained cold and indifferent.

But for Selina, she openly humiliated her in front of everyone?!

Amelia clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, her eyes burning with resentment.

…

Inside the banquet hall.

Logan’s voice was calm, yet unreadable.

“Mrs.

Reid, after hearing all that about the Perry Family, do you have any questions?” Selina was still fuming.

“Questions?

About what?” Logan’s fingers idly traced the rim of his glass.

“I was born to a foster daughter.

A bastard child.

Everything I have today was taken by force, in the eyes of others.

Mrs.

Reid, do you think I am… unworthy?” He didn’t care what others thought.

They could call him ruthless, ungrateful, or illegitimate-none of it mattered.

The Perry Family had wronged him, and he had no intention of letting them go unpunished.

But… What he feared was Selina seeing him the same way.

Selina paused for a moment, then firmly shook her head.

She despised illegitimate children, but only the kind like Natalia.

“You didn’t choose how you were born, Logan.

The only thing you can control is the path you walk.

I think you’re a good man-so don’t let their words get to you.” Logan’s steps halted.

In all these years, Mrs.

Reid was only the second person to ever say that to him.

As they strolled through the garden, Selina overheard a few voices whispering nearby: “Madam Amelia really picked the wrong person to mess with this time.

Logan… does she actually think she can talk to him like that?” “So what?

No matter what, Amelia is still Grandpa Perry’s favorite daughter.

As long as the old man is alive, she remains the true master of the Perry Family.” “Yeah… An entire family empire, controlled by a foster daughter.

What a joke.” Selina frowned.

“Your grandfather ignored his own sons just to hand the Perry Family over to his adopted daughter?” Logan let out a mocking chuckle.

“When Anna died, he was thrilled-because it meant his foster daughter could keep playing the role of the Perry Family’s heiress.” “His own two sons are both useless, yet he couldn’t be happier-because that means his foster daughter gets to inherit everything.” Selina still couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“Are you sure Amelia is only a foster daughter?

Are you certain she isn’t actually Grandpa Perry’s illegitimate child?” Logan’s eyes narrowed.

He had questioned the same thing before.

But unfortunately, all the evidence proved that Amelia and Grandpa Perry had no blood relation whatsoever.

“Sir, it’s time,” Jack reminded.

Logan nodded.

“Come, Mrs.

Reid.

Let’s go have dinner in the banquet hall.” …

Inside the banquet hall, Amelia was noticeably absent.

Grandma Perry had already taken her seat, and when she saw Selina, she waved them over with a warm smile.

“Selina, Logan, come sit here.” The round table was already filled, leaving only three connected seats available.

Logan sat down first, naturally pouring tea for Selina.

Selina was about to sit next to him when, suddenly- A figure darted forward and plopped down in the seat beside Logan!

Vivian.

With only three seats left, her sudden move forced Selina to sit apart from Logan.

Selina’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

Vivian had deliberately wedged herself between them-there was no way this was an accident.

“Logan, you left me behind earlier!

Why didn’t you wait for me?” Vivian pouted.

Mrs.

Perry laughed happily, “Logan, look how much Vivian adores you.” Vivian picked up the cup of tea Logan had just poured, taking a sip.

“Logan, you’re so sweet to me.

Ah, Clark Miss, why are you just standing there?

Are you making all the elders wait for you?” Selina ran her fingers through her hair, smiling leisurely.

“Oh, I was just deciding where I should sit.” Grandma Perry immediately sensed something was off, her expression darkening.

“Vivian, get up.

That seat belongs to Selina.” Vivian whined, clinging to Logan’s arm.

“Grandma, I just want to sit with Logan!

I haven’t seen him in so long.

Can’t Selina sit somewhere else?” Selina mercilessly exposed her ploy.

“Then why don’t we have Logan sit in the middle?

Why are you so determined to separate a married couple?” She arched a brow, looking at Logan.

“Logan, don’t you agree?” Logan chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Mrs.

Reid makes an excellent point.

Perry Miss-”