Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Nothing Gets Past Selina

Selina understood exactly why Amelia was so shaken.

Although the truth behind Anna’s death had been carefully hidden by the Reid and Perry families, anyone with a brain could guess Amelia was involved. And Owen? He wasn’t even Anna’s son—how could he possibly serve as any kind of spiritual protection?

Amelia was guilty. That’s why she was scared.

Selina looked down at her, voice cool and mocking.

"Mrs. Perry, no need to be so nervous. Logan already agreed to let you stay. There’s really no need to grovel."

Amelia trembled with rage. "Selina! You—just wait!"

Selina turned smoothly away. "Logan, Mrs. Perry probably doesn’t want us witnessing her embarrassment. Let’s go."

Logan gave the two a cold glance. "Mm."

Amelia flinched, but forced herself to endure it. She couldn’t let go of what Anna had left behind—especially not now that she realized how much of it there was. But the problem was Anna’s will.

So, she had a plan.

Amelia had gotten her hands on a drug from the prestigious Foster medical family. A drug that could temporarily alter cognition—just enough to make someone believe what you told them and follow your suggestions.

Her goal? Get Logan to "willingly" sign over Pear Blossom Estate to Owen.

...

That evening.

Selina sat in the garden pavilion, enjoying the quiet night air. She tilted her head. "Strange. Amelia didn’t cause any drama all day?"

Jack, nearby, froze a little. "...Isn’t that a good thing?"

Logan’s tone was calm. "If Mrs. Reid wants to wait a bit longer, I don’t mind."

As if on cue, the courtyard gate creaked open. Amelia and Owen walked in carrying a food box.

"Logan," Amelia began with a syrupy tone, "I’ve thought it over. I was too harsh earlier today. I made some porridge for you—please don’t stay mad at me."

Selina nearly let out a laugh. Now that’s how a fake heiress survives in the Perry Family—adaptability. She’s even willing to call herself his "mother" now. That’s some sacrifice.

When Logan didn’t respond, Owen jumped in to plead the case. "Mom made this porridge just for you. She simmered it for hours. Can’t you just have a few bites to show you understand her good intentions?"

Logan’s mouth curled into a sneer. "Mrs. Perry’s good intentions? I’ll pass."

Amelia’s expression collapsed into a near sob. "Logan, how could you say that? I was only worried you hadn’t eaten..."

Owen pushed, "Even if you’re not hungry, at least take one bite for Mom’s sake!"

Selina narrowed her eyes. She was almost certain the porridge was drugged.

Sure enough, when Amelia opened the box, Selina caught a whiff—and it hit her. That smell. She knew it.

It was a hallucinogenic compound developed by the Foster Family.

So that was the plan? Drug Logan into handing over the estate?

Amelia really came prepared. She must’ve thought this through from every angle. Tonight, Logan would eat the porridge one way or another.

Too bad for her—Selina had the antidote.

Meanwhile, Amelia had launched into her most dramatic performance yet.

"Logan! I know I hurt you by favoring Owen, but I’ve changed! Can’t you give your mother a second chance?"

"How can you see me as the enemy? I carried you for ten months, gave birth to you—how can you treat me like a stranger?"

"I didn’t want to abandon you. I’ve regretted it every single day. I’m not asking for forgiveness... just one sip of porridge. Is that really so much to ask?"

To an outsider, it might look like Logan was being cruel. A heartless son. But everyone here was Logan’s person—no one was fooled by Amelia’s act.

When Logan stayed silent, cold and unmoved, Amelia’s facade cracked. She clenched her jaw and finally made her move—ready to force-feed him the porridge herself.

When she did this, the powder on her fingers floated silently into Owen’s nose.

Owen heard it and felt that Selina was being sarcastic. He angrily shook off Selina’s hand and left with Amelia.

Selina watched them go and turned back toward Logan. "Let’s go get some sleep."

Logan chuckled lightly. "Amelia’s coming back later, remember?"

Selina gave a cryptic smile. "She won’t be. By the way, how was the porridge?"

Logan raised a brow. "Why?"

Selina swallowed hard, her tone dry. "That was seafood congee from ZR Restaurant. Amelia really went all in."

She’d actually spent 1,999 yuan on that one bowl just to make sure Logan would eat it. That was commitment.

Logan: "..."

He watched her walk ahead and couldn’t help being intrigued.

Amelia wouldn’t give up so easily. So why was Selina so sure she wouldn’t come back?

Also, Logan was certain the porridge had been drugged. But he trusted Selina completely. If there was poison, she would have already handled it. He wasn’t worried.

...

Amelia had been given a courtyard suite roughly 150 meters from Logan’s room.

At that distance, no one should’ve been able to hear anything, even if something did happen.

But at 3 a.m., Selina was suddenly jolted awake by a loud scream—

"Mom! What’s wrong with you?!" Owen’s panicked voice echoed across the estate.

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