Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: The Memories Returned

Joe looked at Angelica with a trace of horror in his eyes.

Was this really his daughter? How could she be this terrifying?

Jack let out a cold laugh.

"Chairman Morris, you went as far as ordering a kill over a liar like Angelica. Don’t you feel the least bit ashamed? And by the way, the ’truth’ Mr. Reid was talking about... that wasn’t all. See you around."

The entire villa fell into dead silence.

A long moment passed before Angelica’s sobs broke the stillness.

Grandpa Reid looked utterly exhausted.

Anyone who just had a gun pointed at their head by their own grandson wouldn’t look too good either.

"Chairman Morris," he said with narrowed eyes, "the order to kill Selina... that came from you, didn’t it?"

"Logan thought it came from me. I won’t deny it—truth is, that woman Selina is a walking disaster. The world’s better off without her. But I didn’t expect you, Joe, to be so underhanded. Trying to make the Reid Family take the fall for your mess."

Joe’s brow twitched.

What was Grandpa Reid talking about?

From beginning to end, Joe had only wanted Selina’s hand broken—not her dead.

Suddenly, something clicked in Joe’s mind.

He instinctively turned to look at Angelica.

Angelica averted her gaze.

Joe closed his eyes.

Forget it. He owed Angelica too much.

If his daughter wanted someone dead, who was he, as her father, to stop her?

...

Logan floored the gas pedal, cutting a two-hour drive down to ninety minutes.

Rain poured in sheets as he screeched to a stop.

He didn’t even bother with an umbrella—he bolted toward the warehouse.

Faster. Just a little faster.

Selina was still waiting for him.

...

Selina had passed out from the pain, only to be jolted awake by a bucket of water.

They had forced some kind of drug down her throat.

Her chest and throat burned; her body went numb.

Eyes tightly shut, her mind clung to one voice, repeating over and over—Angelica went to the eastern outskirts of City H to kill her, not to save anyone.

So then...

Who really saved Logan’s life?

Who...?

Suddenly, a memory slammed into her.

Something long buried, something she had subconsciously forgotten, came rushing back like a flood.

Four years ago, she had gone to City H—for a piano competition.

Angelica tried to kill her.

Unable to reach her brothers, Selina had fled into the eastern mountains.

It was deep winter, snow blanketing everything.

Angelica didn’t dare venture into the cold—but Selina could. She knew how to survive in the wild.

And there, deep in the snow-covered mountain, she found a man.

He was devastatingly handsome, but blind.

She dragged him into a cave she had scouted earlier, applied herbs to his wounds, and after a few days—he woke up.

She remembered the moment his eyes opened in the morning light—

Those eyes were beautiful and clear, though unfocused.

Even blind, he was heartbreakingly handsome.

He told her his name was Logan.

He thanked her for saving his life and handed her a button.

He said: "If fate allows, come find me with this. I’ll give you whatever you want."

Tears welled in Selina’s eyes.

Logan.

It had been Logan all along.

The truth hit her like lightning—but felt exactly right.

Not sudden. Not shocking.

They had already known each other.

Four years ago, on that snowy mountain, they had depended on each other for survival.

All this time, a blurry shadow had lived in her mind—

A faceless figure she knew was important.

It was him.

It had always been Logan.