Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: I Like That You Have a Bad Temper

Selina’s words dropped like a bomb. Silence fell across the room.

Anyone who knew the Reid Family’s scandals had nothing to say.

Every line from Selina hit Reid Madam’s sore spots: raising a child that wasn’t hers, getting no gratitude, and in the end, having her real son clean up the mess.

Amelia was seething—but she couldn’t speak the truth out loud: Owen is my real son! Logan is the outsider!

Damn it!

Logan broke the silence. "Dr. Lewis, there are still a few hours before dawn. Why don’t you and the others rest here at Pear Blossom Estate tonight? Head back in the morning."

A chill crept up Amelia’s spine—she had a bad feeling about this. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Sure enough, Dr. Lewis nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Reid, You are so kind. On the contrary, certain people are only good at scheming. Small-minded, full of dirty tricks."

Amelia nearly passed out from rage. As if she couldn’t hear that jab? But the worst part—it came from a top doctor in the Medical Association.

She knew the smartest move now would be to have Owen apologize to Logan. But—why should they?!

Logan was that woman’s child. He should’ve died when he was abandoned all those years ago. Why did he have to come back—just like Anna? He ruined everything. He shattered the fragile balance of the Reid Family!

Selina, feigning obliviousness, clapped her hands. "Alright, the truth’s out. It’s almost 4 a.m. Owen’s about to enjoy a little vacation at the police station. Everyone get some sleep—we’ve got a bright future ahead."

Owen’s knees buckled.

No. It was supposed to be Logan going to jail. How did the tables turn? What would people say about him?

Amelia clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. She took a deep breath through gritted teeth. "This is a family matter. Logan, as your mother, I’ll apologize on Owen’s behalf."

Saying those words felt like swallowing glass. Her face flushed pale, then red, then back again.

Logan’s gaze was cold, but his lips curled into a serene, unreadable smile. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the picture of grace. "No harm done."

Selina went full drama queen. "Logan’s just like that. So understanding. Even after Owen caused trouble, tried to poison him, and framed him—Logan wouldn’t hold a grudge."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"How could Owen be the legitimate heir of the Reed family? Anna’s son? What a joke."

"That boy’s a stray. Amelia’s the only one blind enough to mistake him for royalty."

Owen nearly blacked out, shaking with rage as he glared at Logan.

Kind? Generous?

That was all an act. Logan was a venomous snake under that calm mask. A total fraud. And yet everyone believed him.

He’s the victim—but I’m the one apologizing? He wanted to scream.

Then it hit him. Logan drank the porridge last night—so why didn’t the Foster Family poison kick in?!

Selina strolled up beside him, tone casual. "Don’t look so upset, Owen. You’ve got a whole weeklong police stay coming. If you’re already this mad, how will you survive?"

Then, leaning in close, she whispered, "Oh, and Owen—is it bugging you? Why Logan drank the poisoned porridge but didn’t react? Wondering if the Foster Family’s stuff was faulty?"

Owen’s eyes widened. "You—"

Selina smiled. "Let me spell it out: I had the antidote. That’s why Logan’s fine."

She stepped back slowly, her eyes glinting.

"Now, Owen... did it ever occur to you—maybe you’re the one who got poisoned?"

"You!"

In a flash of clarity, Owen suddenly understood everything.

The poison from the Foster Family wasn’t meant to kill—it was meant to control. To cloud someone’s mind just long enough to make them do what they were told. The original plan was simple: drug Logan, make him willingly hand over the rights to Pear Blossom Estate.

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