The room fell silent. Selina held her cheek, her expression darkening by the second.
She looked Joe in the eye, face expressionless.
So this was her so-called father, huh? Angelica’s move had worked—after that slap, Selina could never return to the Morris family. The bridge was burned. Completely.
Joe suddenly felt a wave of unease rising in his chest—an inexplicable panic, like he had just lost something vital. Something slipping through his fingers. Something he couldn’t grasp.
But as he looked at Angelica lying in a pool of blood, rage once again overtook reason.
"Miss Clark," Joe said coldly, "you won’t get away with assault. The Morris family will make sure Angelica gets justice!"
Angelica sobbed with fake innocence, shaking her head. "Dad, just let it go... it’s my fault."
Joe’s fury deepened. He grabbed Selina by the shoulder and barked, "Apologize!"
Selina’s voice turned cold. "And what makes you so sure I pushed her, Mr. Morris?"
Joe choked. "What do you mean? It was just the two of you—if not you, then who?"
"If we were the only two there, do you really think I’d be stupid enough to push her?" Selina shot back.
Joe’s face reddened. She had a point. If Selina had pushed Angelica, knowing there were no other witnesses, it would have been the dumbest move imaginable.
"Selina," Angelica whimpered, "I didn’t mean to blame you. I just wanted to talk... I thought we could get along. But I didn’t expect... you couldn’t even tolerate the child in my belly..."
She burst into tears. "If you had a problem with me, you could’ve taken it out on me—why did you have to hurt my baby?"
"Selina, I know you resent me for carrying his child... you think I’m a shameless homewrecker, but did you ever consider this: my baby would’ve been yours too. You wouldn’t even need to give birth—you’d have a child handed to you. Isn’t that a good deal?"
The crowd erupted in outrage.
"Selina, are you even human? She’s pregnant! No matter how much you hate her, you don’t kill a baby!"
"No wonder the Reid family doesn’t want you. So vicious—you can’t even stand an unborn child!"
"That child is your husband’s too. Why can’t you treat him like your own?"
"What, you’re the wife, and you can’t even accept your husband’s love child? What kind of woman are you?"
Selina almost laughed. She hadn’t even touched Angelica—and now this?
So now, being the legal wife meant she had to raise the child of her husband’s mistress? To be a good woman, she had to embrace the affair and play mom to the baby?
Angelica kept crying weakly, voice trembling. "Selina, I just didn’t expect you’d be so cruel... you pushed me... Dad, I lost the baby. I don’t want to live anymore..."
Joe held her and comforted her. "Don’t say that. You’ll have another."
Then he turned to Selina, eyes full of hatred. "Miss Clark, you brought this on yourself. You’ll pay for crossing the Morris family."
A cold male voice cut through the room:
"And what exactly is the price for that, Mr. Morris? Are you suggesting Selina should pay with her life?"
Logan stepped forward, expression frosty, standing firmly in front of Selina, shielding her completely.
He lowered his voice. "Don’t be afraid."
Selina didn’t know how to describe the feeling in her chest—it stung a little, unexpectedly. But no matter what, there was someone standing beside her.
"I’m not afraid," she replied quietly.
Joe gritted his teeth. "Logan, you’re really going to protect her? Angelica was carrying your child! That child is gone now, and you’re shielding the one who caused it?!"
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