Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 342

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."

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."