Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Lining Up to Pay Respects

Logan and Selina were dressed in all black, solemn and dignified.

They each held white chrysanthemums, white mourning flowers pinned to their chests. Selina didn’t wear any makeup or jewelry.

Their expressions were serious—no hint of a smile—as they walked in slowly.

Everyone was stunned: "..."

Was this... a party entrance? They looked like they were attending a funeral.

Anyone with a brain could tell—they were wearing mourning clothes.

The white chrysanthemums, the white paper flowers, the all-black outfits... Who dresses like that for a celebration?

The room fell dead silent. Amelia went from frozen, to shocked, to furious in three seconds flat.

That ungrateful bastard Logan! What did he mean by this? Showing up to Owen’s celebration in mourning clothes—was he cursing Owen to die?!

Owen’s face flushed red and white in turns. But after a second, he saw an opportunity. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Logan was an idiot. If he wanted to mock him, did he really have to do it today? Wearing funeral clothes to his event—people would just think Logan was petty and cruel.

Owen broke the silence, pretending to be hurt but understanding. "Big brother... did you... wear the wrong clothes?"

People thought Owen was being generous, at least offering Logan an out.

But Logan didn’t even look at him. "No."

Owen’s eyes welled with tears, like he’d just been stabbed in the heart. His voice shook. "Big brother... why are you doing this? If you didn’t want to come, you could’ve just stayed home... Why come dressed like this to humiliate me..."

Selina almost laughed out loud. Wow, what a manipulative little snake.

Amelia couldn’t hold it in anymore. She snapped, "Logan! Who the hell do you think you are, showing up in mourning clothes at a party?! Were you raised by wolves?!"

Grandpa Perry’s face was dark. "Looks like we made the right call giving the Perry name to Owen. Logan, could you act like an adult for once?!"

No one else dared to speak.

Amelia was livid.

Today was supposed to be Owen’s big moment, and Logan ruined it with a funeral procession.

When the story got out, no one would remember that Owen was named heir of the Perry family today. They’d only remember that Logan crashed the party in funeral clothes and stole the spotlight.

Disgraceful!

Her rage boiled over, and she screamed without thinking.

"I thought you’d changed! I thought you finally accepted your brother! But no—you’re still the same! He’s Anna’s son, and you’re just a bastard! You owe her everything, and now you pull this stunt at Pear Blossom Estate? You have no shame!"

Murmurs spread across the room. "She’s not wrong. The Perry Family has done some shady things, but cursing someone to die? That’s over the line..."

Amelia saw her chance and pushed harder. "You said you’d attend this event, Logan. I thought you’d finally grown up. But this? Who are you to hate your own brother?!"

Logan already knew Amelia was shameless. But today, she had truly outdone herself.

Who are you to hate your own brother?

Logan gave her a cold, mocking look, half a smile playing at his lips.

That was Selina’s cue.

She blinked innocently. "Mrs. Perry, hold on a sec. What does any of this have to do with Owen?"

Amelia, still fuming, nearly choked. "What do you mean—how does it not—?!"

"Of course it doesn’t," Selina said, looking genuinely puzzled. "We’re not here to mourn Owen."

She tilted her head. "Unless... Mrs. Perry, you really think we wore mourning clothes to curse Owen to die? Yikes. That’s such a dark thought. Really makes you wonder what’s going on in your head."

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