Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Worried About Her Opinion

Amelia nearly choked in anger. "No manners! You ill-bred wretch!"

Selina remained unbothered and shrugged. "If someone treats me without manners, why should I treat them any differently?"

"You—!" Amelia’s fury choked her words, and she turned her anger toward Logan.

"Why are you just standing there?! Throw this bitch out!"

Her voice grew shrill.

"Logan, I am your mother! I carried you, gave birth to you, and raised you! Not so you could turn around and disrespect me!"

Selina froze.

Wait. This woman... was Logan’s biological mother?

Logan wasn’t the son of the true Perry heiress—he was the son of Amelia, the fake heiress?

It had always been said that Amelia forced her way into the Perry Family by using her son.

Did that mean Logan was actually a... bastard child?

Her thoughts raced back to Amelia’s constant mention of her precious "son"—so Logan had been mistreated by his own mother while she coddled her adopted son?

Logan and his so-called brother...

Were a perfect reenactment of Anna and Amelia.

Selina couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

The Perry Family was laughable—raising fake daughters and fake sons, yet the only person who genuinely cared about Grandma Perry was... the so-called bastard child.

Logan’s gaze lowered slightly, hiding the flicker in his eyes.

His voice was calm but sharp.

"Since when does a foster daughter get to dictate the guest list at my grandmother’s birthday banquet?"

"Shut up!" Amelia screeched like a rabid dog.

"You dare defy me over some slut?! I may not be worthy, but neither are you! You’re nothing but a bastard child! If I had known back then, I should have just let you die!"

Selina’s heart clenched.

How could a man like Logan... have a mother like this?

Her words were venomous, every syllable dripping with curses, wishing her own son dead.

But Logan simply smiled faintly, as if unaffected.

"I know I have no right to claim anything from the Perry Family.

That’s why I’ve never coveted what isn’t mine.

It’s a shame you, as a foster daughter, don’t seem to understand the same principle."

His voice was casual, yet cold.

"And as for Selina—she is the rightful eldest daughter of the Clark Family and my lawfully wedded wife.

If we’re comparing status, do you think you can compete with her?"

"You... you insolent brat!"

Amelia’s rage boiled over as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Someone throw these two filthy bastards out! Right now!"

"I think the one who should be thrown out is you."

A commanding female voice rang from the entrance.

The entire room fell silent as Grandma Perry entered, dressed in her finest attire, her expression sharp and unyielding.

"Amelia, since when do I need your permission to invite guests to my own banquet?"

Her voice was ice.

"And Selina is no guest—she is Logan’s wife!"

The crowd went still.

Amelia’s face turned an ugly shade of red as she swallowed her rage.

"Madam..." she forced out through gritted teeth.

Grandma Perry’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Well? What are you all standing around for? Throw Amelia out."

She swept a glare across the younger Perry Family members.

"Or have you all stopped listening to me?"

The Perry couple had no choice but to step forward and try to smooth things over, whispering apologies and begging for forgiveness.

Only then did Amelia storm away in humiliation.

Grandma Perry watched the scene unfold and let out a sharp laugh.

"Pathetic."

...

Outside, Amelia was shaking with fury after being thrown out by her own son.

That Selina bitch—who the hell did she think she was?!

For years, she had done everything to please the old woman, yet Grandma Perry remained cold and indifferent.

But for Selina, she openly humiliated her in front of everyone?!

Amelia clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, her eyes burning with resentment.

...

Inside the banquet hall.

Logan’s voice was calm, yet unreadable.