Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 342: A Restless Spirit Is Watching You

Logan, did you see your mother’s face?

Daniel choked on his own breath, trembling with rage. "You ungrateful disgrace..."

"Uncle Reid, don’t be angry. Logan finally came home," a soft voice drifted down from the stairs.

Angelica appeared in her loungewear, gently cradling her stomach like it was unconscious.

Selina’s eyes immediately narrowed.

Daniel rushed over. "Angelica, why are you downstairs? Be careful with the baby!"

"I’m fine, Uncle Reid," Angelica replied gently. "I just wanted to see Logan."

Her smile looked strained. "Logan... I’m sorry. You don’t have to worry about me. Just pretend I’m not even here."

Selina let out two cold laughs.

That line? Classic manipulation. Trying to get Logan to pay attention, huh?

Logan nodded calmly. "Mm. I wasn’t paying attention to you to begin with."

Selina: "..."

Excellent. One glance at Angelica’s twisted expression and Selina instantly felt better.

"Sir, where should we put Miss Morris’s things?" a housemaid came in to ask.

Selina looked over and saw bodyguards moving furniture.

Daniel waved it off. "Put them in the second-floor guest room."

Amelia’s eyes lit up as she chuckled lightly. "Yes, that room—originally I was saving it for Owen when he got married. Never thought Logan would get it first. Angelica, stay there for now. If there’s anything you don’t like, just let me know." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Angelica lowered her gaze modestly. "Thank you, Aunt Amelia. I couldn’t ask for more."

"That’s good. Just settle in and leave the rest to me," Amelia said sweetly—then glanced at Selina with clear intent.

"I just remembered, Clark Miss, you never really lived in this house after the wedding, right? None of your things are even here."

"What a pity. Every spare room is now Angelica’s. So if you don’t mind roughing it, there’s still a storage room downstairs. Maybe keep your things there for now?"

"Selina, I know it must sting. But what isn’t yours can’t be held onto forever."

Her smile turned malicious, full of gleeful contempt.

Selina’s eyes darkened.

Twenty-eight years ago, Anna had been pregnant when Daniel locked her upstairs and joyfully welcomed Amelia into the house. They paraded their "love" in front of Anna, and everyone in the estate began calling Amelia "Mrs. Reid."

A stolen identity turned into a stolen marriage. Maids moved Amelia’s things in and threw Anna’s out.

Now here it was again.

Amelia was repeating history—trying to make Selina the next Anna. Just like they once forced Anna to death without shedding a drop of blood.

Selina’s voice came cool and calm. "No need."

Amelia thought she had won. "Looks like you do know your place."

Selina smiled. "It’s not about knowing my place."

"I just think the Reid estate’s unlucky. Someone did die here, after all... Her soul still lingers. Hasn’t Mrs. Perry felt something... off these past years?"

Amelia’s face turned ashen.

"Selina!"

"Any sane person would want to get as far away as possible. So if Angelica wants to stay, she’s welcome to it. I don’t mind."

Amelia looked like she’d burst a vessel. "You—you little—"

"Enough," Daniel interjected. "Dinner’s ready. Logan, we still need to finish our discussion. Since Angelica’s already here, we might as well all sit down and eat—like a family."

A family...?

Selina’s eyes flicked to the side, signaling Logan to head to the dining room first.

As they stepped in, she immediately noticed—there were only five chairs.

Clearly, in Daniel’s version of "family," Selina wasn’t included.

Logan’s face remained calm. He grabbed her hand and calmly pulled out a chair for her, guiding her to sit. Then, with casual authority: "Luke, over here."

Luke caught on and plopped himself down with exaggerated ease.

A minute later, Daniel, Amelia, and Angelica walked in, looking for all the world like a picture-perfect family.

Amelia, still seething from being verbally slapped around by Selina earlier, saw her sitting and instantly snapped.

"Some people really don’t understand language. When I said ’family,’ did you not get what that meant? What makes you think you can just show your face here?"

Selina didn’t even look at her.

There were only two chairs left, and three people standing. Obviously, Daniel and Amelia wouldn’t be left standing—so that left...

Angelica’s eyes reddened as she gave a trembling little shake of her head. "Uncle Reid, Aunt Amelia... it’s fine. You two sit down. I’m just an outsider anyway... I’m not even hungry."

Her pitiful act instantly set Daniel off. "Who said you’re an outsider?!"

Amelia chimed in coldly, "You’re not an outsider, Angelica. You’re the daughter-in-law we chose. The one who’s really out of place here is someone who stole your seat and can’t even say a word."

Angelica was no outsider—after all, she was supposedly pregnant and on her way to marrying Logan. A political marriage between the Reid and Morris families? Much more valuable than Selina, right?

Angelica smiled coldly to herself.

Everyone was on her side now. She was pregnant. She wanted to see how Selina would survive this.

If no one acknowledged her status, what reason did Selina have to stay?

Just as Selina opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by a sharp clink.

Logan set his teacup down with a crisp clack.

Then he slowly raised his gaze. His tone was calm, but what he said sent the entire room into dead silence—

"Outsider? Mrs. Perry, Selina and I are legally married. By law, she is my wife. How exactly is she an outsider?"

Amelia’s breath caught—she opened her mouth to retort, but Logan cut her off again.

"Or do you mean to suggest, Mrs. Perry, that sneaking into this house without a name or a title, like you did back then, is the proper way to do it?"

You could hear a pin drop.

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. Damn. Logan really went there.

Amelia’s face turned red, then white. Her teeth chattered with rage. "You ungrateful child... Logan, I raised you—!"

"I was cast out right after I was born. I didn’t return to the Reid Family until I was ten. And after that, every expense was paid by my grandmother. What exactly did you provide?" Logan asked coolly.

His words slapped Amelia square across the face.

"We’re mother and son! Must you be so calculated?!"

Logan didn’t even glance at her. He picked up a serving spoon and gently set some food on Selina’s plate. "This one’s good. Try it."

Selina could hardly resist clapping.

"Aunt Amelia, please don’t be angry," Angelica jumped in, clutching Amelia’s arm, her eyes red with emotion. "Logan didn’t mean it. We’re just trying to have one peaceful meal together... Aunt Amelia’s only thinking of your future. Something as important as marriage shouldn’t be decided by you alone—"

"You like this one? Let me get you more," Logan said, cutting her off completely, his gaze soft and focused only on Selina, as if no one else in the room existed.