Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Did She Know Everything?

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat, a chilling fear crawling up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her entire body.

Before Selina could even pull back her hand, she suddenly found herself wrapped in a familiar, warm embrace.

Huh?

She had just been slapping someone, so why was Logan here?!

...

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Selina had just finished applying her medication when she heard a loud commotion outside the hospital room.

"Are you deaf? I said I want that ginseng!"

A nurse desperately pleaded, "Young Master Owen, that ginseng has already been reserved for a critically ill patient. Please, I can get you something else—ah!"

Before she could finish, a loud slap rang through the corridor.

Owen sneered. "Are you seriously telling me I can’t afford some ginseng? Who reserved it? I’d like to see who in City A dares to go against me!"

Selina’s eyes narrowed.

Owen?

What terrible luck.

The nurse, tears in her eyes, stammered, "Young Master Owen, that ginseng is for Old Mr. Lee—it’s keeping him alive. Please, sir, I’ll get you another one..."

Owen didn’t care in the slightest.

Once, he had been the "great Young Master of the Reid Family."

But now?

His title had been stolen by Logan, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, even a lowly nurse dared to defy him?!

"Insolence! If I don’t see that ginseng in front of me right now, I swear—"

"Tsk, tsk. So it’s Young Master Owen?

After all these years as Amelia’s son, has she still not taught you how to behave?"

A mocking female voice cut him off.

Selina leaned back against a chair, resting her arms on the backrest with a look of exaggerated surprise.

"Wait, that’s not quite right. Since Owen isn’t actually Mrs. Perry’s biological son, it’d be unfair to blame her entirely, wouldn’t it?"

"You—!"

Owen’s face turned dark. "Selina!"

Selina brushed her hair back casually, her gaze sharp and disdainful.

"Oh? Didn’t think you still remembered me, Young Master Owen."

Her smile was taunting.

"Who gave you the right to throw a tantrum in a hospital, flaunting your so-called status?"

"Since you’re just an adopted son, maybe try acting like one—tuck your tail between your legs and behave."

Owen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

His whole body trembled with rage.

His finger shook as he pointed at Selina. "You—you... who are you calling an adopted son?!"

"You."

Selina tilted her head slightly. "The whole world knows about you and Logan. So what? You can’t even admit the truth?"

"Do you not know how to spell ’imposter’?"

"I call you an adopted son once, and you get this worked up? Let me be blunt—people need to learn to accept reality."

"SELINA!"

Owen snapped, screaming as he lunged forward to slap her.

SMACK!

But before his hand could land, a sharp pain erupted on his own cheek.

Selina casually retracted her hand, looking unimpressed.

"With reflexes that slow, you really thought you could ambush me?"

"Young Master Owen, I suggest you go practice first."

Owen’s face turned deathly pale.

In the entire Reid Family, everyone had flattered and catered to him.

But Selina?

She had just slapped him across the face like it was nothing.

Humiliation boiled in his chest. His vision blurred with rage, his body trembling as he stumbled backward.

Then—his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Selina clicked her tongue. "Wow. That was fast. What a weakling."

Just then, Amelia rushed over, hearing the commotion.

The moment she saw Owen’s swollen cheek, she didn’t even hesitate—

"You btch! Of course only a filthy whre like you would dare to hit Owen!"

Selina laughed coldly.

So this was Logan’s biological mother?

And all she did was spew insults.

What exactly was Amelia’s grudge against Logan?

Looking at this so-called son of hers, Selina suddenly thought about all the hardships Logan had endured growing up.

An unfamiliar emotion rose in her chest—hatred.

"Mrs. Perry, keep your precious ’son’ in check.

"My hands don’t have eyes. If there’s a next time, I won’t mind recording a video—

"And making sure the entire city sees Young Master Owen’s humiliation."

"Selina!"

Amelia shrieked, rushing forward like a madwoman, her demeanor completely lacking any semblance of dignity.

"Owen always gets whatever he wants! How dare you deny him a measly ginseng? This is the hospital’s fault! And you—how dare you insult him?! I’ll tear you apart—ahhh!"

Amelia stumbled backward, crashing into a chair with a loud thud. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}