Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: A Father’s Love, Too Late

Did Kyle say something? Maybe... he actually had.

But Joe had cut him off in anger.

"No, no... that’s impossible... how could I have made such a mistake..."

He knew exactly what those paternity reports meant—that Angelica wasn’t his biological daughter. That meant his real daughter was most likely... Selina.

But if it was Selina, then he had no daughter at all. Selina and the Morris Family were already enemies...

He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. All he wanted to do was run from it.

Logan glanced at him, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Chairman Morris, didn’t I remind you before—Amelia and Mrs. Victoria were rivals in love. Why would she ever treat her rival’s daughter like her own?"

Joe staggered backward, the realization hitting hard. He remembered... It was Amelia who had pushed for Logan’s engagement to Angelica. But Amelia had always hated Victoria—so why?

"Because Amelia knew who Victoria’s real daughter was. And it sure as hell wasn’t Angelica."

Logan’s voice was low and laced with irony.

"Chairman Morris, what a joke. Grandma Morris knew. Kyle knew. I knew. Luke knew. Even an outsider like Amelia knew. And yet you, the so-called biological father... were the only one left in the dark."

Luke sneered, "Yep. Chairman Morris, there’s a file right there on the floor. Go ahead—pick it up. That’s the original paternity report."

The paternity test. Right. He had to see it for himself.

Joe dropped to the ground, frantically searching for the document.

"No, Dad, don’t! You actually believe them?!"

Angelica lunged forward. Because her wrist was injured, she couldn’t grab the report fast enough—so she went berserk, stomping on it with her high heels like a madwoman.

"Don’t believe them! Don’t believe any of this!"

Blood began to seep from the gunshot wounds in her wrists, soaking through layers of bandages and dripping onto the paternity test. The red stains bloomed like tiny blood-flowers across the paper.

"Morris Chairman, no worries," Luke said lazily. "If you ruin that one, we’ve got plenty more. Hospital printers don’t break that easily—you want ten copies, twenty? You got it."

But really, it didn’t matter whether Joe looked at it or not. The truth was already laid bare.

This was City H—Morris Family territory. And yet, every hospital in the city confirmed the same results. Could all of it be fake?

He had been wrong. Horribly wrong. Joe’s breath hitched. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing his chest.

He had made a terrible mistake...

Then—who was his real daughter?

He clung to one last, desperate hope: Please, don’t let it be Selina.

But fate didn’t spare him.

Somebody in the crowd spoke up.

"Wait a minute... isn’t Morris Madam’s name Victoria? That’s Selina’s mother’s name too, right?"

"Yeah, it is. Her mom was Victoria—the most stunning woman in City A twenty years ago."

"I remember Katie was so jealous of her, she wouldn’t even let people say the name ’Victoria’ after she died."

"Didn’t Katie and James take over all of Victoria’s estate? When Selina sued them, she kept mentioning her mother—Victoria."

"And didn’t Angelica copy Victoria’s design sketches? Chairman Morris... you didn’t know any of this?"

A photo dropped to the floor at Joe’s feet.

Logan’s face was unreadable. "This woman... she was Mrs. Morris, right?"

Joe looked down slowly.

The face he hadn’t seen in over twenty years—the woman he had dreamed of day and night for decades—suddenly appeared right in front of him.

His expression shifted from disbelief to joy, to something like desperation. He reached out instinctively.

"Victoria... Logan, give me the photo!"

Logan pulled it back casually, letting Joe grab at air.

"Chairman Morris, that photo is something Victoria left behind for..."

He paused deliberately.

"...for Selina. Not for you."

Victoria left it... for Selina?

Why would Victoria leave her own photo to Selina?

Why?

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