Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: You Call That a Friend?
Night blindness? This is night blindness?

Selina had studied medicine for a few years under Uncle Gordon. She knew what typical night blindness looked like—

And Logan…

“Sir, Madam, aren’t you coming down for dinner?”

Miller Butler knocked cheerfully at the door.

Logan stood up, voice calm as ever.

“Miller Butler, the vase broke. Please have someone clean it up.”

Then he turned back like nothing had happened.

“Let’s eat.”

Selina followed him, frowning slightly.

Dinner ended around 8 p.m. Selina headed upstairs, took a shower, and went straight to bed.

Right before falling asleep, she hesitated, then sent Gordon a message.

[Uncle Gordon, are you free tomorrow? I have something I need to ask you.]

[Ask me over the phone.]

[No. It’s important. I have to ask in person.]

Once they’d agreed on a time, Selina finally closed her eyes.

But she didn’t sleep well—every time she blinked, she saw Logan’s lifeless eyes.

She had to get answers tomorrow.

Two hours later.

Once Logan was sure Selina was asleep, he quietly got out of bed.

He stood by the window, looking up at the moon—Even though he couldn’t see it.

He was blind.

After the Carter family took him in, they had poisoned him—A special toxin that ensured he would forever be dependent on them.

It attacked his eyesight, leaving him almost completely blind at night.

There was no way to run, no way to escape the Carters.

Years later, the poison began to fade, and with Ethan’s help, he managed to suppress it.

But he hadn’t expected…

He pressed his fingers to his brow, recalling the way Selina had looked at him in concern.

Just then, Jack called.

“Sir, we brought him in. He’s in sublevel four. Shall I prepare the room?”

Logan gave a faint hum and hung up, heading down to the fourth basement level of Sapphire Valley Villa.

It was brightly lit.

In this kind of environment, Logan’s eyesight returned—His once-cloudy eyes now sharp and focused again.

Jack waited by the door, head bowed.

“My brother is interrogating him.”

“Mm.” Logan pulled on a pair of white gloves, his tone unbothered.

“Learn anything?”

“…I’ve failed you, sir.”

Logan didn’t seem to mind.

“No matter. Getting information wasn’t really the goal.”

Meanwhile, at the far end of sublevel four—

Inside a secure room, the Carter family assistant who had tried to approach Logan earlier that day now sat bloodshot and beaten, screaming curses.

“Jaxon! You and Jack are nothing but Carter Family dogs! You think you can stop being Carters just because you follow Logan now? You still have Carter blood in your veins! Both of you—”

“Heh. Still talking tough on your deathbed?”

Jack’s mocking laugh echoed from the hallway.

“Well, sure. You’re dying anyway. Might as well yell a bit.”

Jaxon turned and greeted respectfully.

“Sir.”

Logan nodded in reply.

Jaxon and Jack were brothers.

Jack stayed by Logan’s side, while Jaxon had long been expanding Logan’s operations overseas—his true right-hand man.

But very few knew the truth.

Jaxon and Jack hadn’t always been “Cole.” They weren’t even originally called that.

They had once been Carters—born into a side branch of the Carter family, unloved and unwanted.

Logan had been the Carters’ “blood supply.”

Jack and Jaxon?

They were the “monitors” assigned to watch him.

No one had expected the blood bag and the monitors to form a bond.

But when the three of them escaped the Carter family, they didn’t hesitate—they abandoned the Carter name for good.

The new names?Logan chose them himself.

And from that moment on, the names Jaxon Cole and Jack Cole became known across all of City A.

The Carter assistant’s bloodshot eyes burned with rage.

“You traitors!”

Jack wasn’t fazed.

His parents had been forced to their deaths by the Carter family.

After all, in the Carter household, unless you were of the main bloodline, you had no rights. Everyone else existed only to serve, sacrifice, and die for the direct heirs.

His parents had died because of a mistake made by Old Mr. Carter.

And Thomas—that hypocritical old man—had simply said “what a shame” and continued to exploit their sons.

Jack loathed the Carter family.

He didn’t even want to waste words on this pathetic excuse for one of them.

Jaxon, calmer, stepped forward.

“Sir, the recent flare-up of your condition—it was caused by this man.”

The assistant suddenly burst into laughter.

“Poisoned again? Hahaha! So you’re blind now, Logan? You, the great Mr. Reid, a blind man—what a joke!”

Logan looked at him, expression unreadable.

The assistant’s laughter choked in his throat.

“Y-You… wait, no—No! I’m not giving you the antidote! I don’t have an antidote! Logan, this was always your fate! Even your real parents abandoned you, I—”

“I don’t like listening to trash.”

His voice was calm, almost gentle.

But it sealed the man’s fate.

The assistant went pale as death, trembling.

Fear surged in him so fast, he began screaming.

“What do you want from me?! Logan, do people even know what you really are?! You’re a demon—a monster! Everyone says Mr. Reid is polite and kind… what a joke!”

“You don’t care what the world thinks—but what about Selina, huh? Your sweet little wife—Mrs. Reid—can she live with the fact that the man in her bed is a devil?!”

Logan paused mid-step.

The assistant’s eyes lit up with twisted glee.

“She’ll leave you the moment she knows. Who would’ve thought her home sits above a hellhole like this? She’ll run. You were born cursed—abandoned once, and now you’ll be abandoned again—”

His words caught in his throat.

Logan’s eyes were cold, calm, and utterly emotionless as he spoke two simple words:

“You’re dead.”

The next morning.

Selina woke up to find Logan gone.

Based on the time, he’d probably already gone to the office.

Sapphire Valley Villa was oddly quiet.

The maids were gone. Even Miller Butler was nowhere to be seen.

But Selina had a 9 a.m. meeting with Gordon and didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Thirty minutes later.

Gordon had just finished listening to her description and was frowning deeply.

“Loses vision after dark, but it’s not night blindness? What kind of situation is this? Who’s it for?”

Selina stiffened slightly.

“It’s for… uh, a friend. What do you think it could be?”

Gordon gave her a very specific look.

A friend?

He didn’t say it out loud, but he knew exactly who she was talking about. Marriage license and all—and she was still saying “friend”?

Still…

Loss of vision after dusk, cloudy gray irises, normal sight in daylight…

He hesitated before saying,

“Selina, what you’re describing—it doesn’t sound like a natural eye disease. Daytime vision normal, but blindness at night? It sounds less like illness, and more like… poisoning.”

Selina’s heart dropped.

“Poisoned?!”

She quickly followed up, “My friend… he was locked in a basement a lot as a child. No sunlight, no sense of day or night. Could it be the environment?”

The more Gordon listened, the more disturbed he became.

“Selina…”

His tone grew heavy and slow, the kind of tone doctors used when they were about to say ‘I’ve done all I can’.

A chill ran down her spine.

“What? What is it?!”

Gordon gave her a look full of resigned exasperation.

“Selina, just say it’s your husband. It won’t kill you. Calling him your ‘friend’—do you take me for an idiot?”

Selina had just taken a sip of tea—And nearly choked.

Gordon waved a hand dismissively.

“Alright. Back to business.”

His expression turned serious.

“You want to know why I’m sure Logan was poisoned? It’s because…”