Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: A Similar Fate

This must have been the scene when Logan first returned to the Reid Family.

There had never been any clear word from the outside about exactly when Logan was officially acknowledged by the Reids. For the longest time, there were only two "Reid young masters" — Owen and Luke.

Luke had always been dismissed as the spoiled heir, so all the praise, all the admiration, naturally went to Owen.

As for Logan...

Before he stunned everyone at eighteen and seized control of Reid Group with lightning speed — had anyone even heard the name Logan?

Amelia’s rage only grew, her voice sharp as broken glass. She grabbed a whip and lashed it brutally across the boy’s back.

"I told you to come back! I told you to come back! When they threw you away, you should have died out there — do you even understand that?! We already have Owen! Why did you come back?! Do you want to replace him?!"

The young Logan’s voice stayed cool, detached.

"I never wanted to replace anyone."

"Kneel!" Amelia shrieked, losing all composure. She motioned to two bodyguards, who forced the boy down and clamped their hands around his throat.

Because of years of blood extractions and the toll it had taken on his body, Logan was too weak to resist the two hulking men.

The sound of blows and curses rang out louder and louder — until half an hour later, someone finally offered a token protest.

"Madam, take it easy. Don’t kill him."

"Yeah," another murmured, "if he dies, how will we explain it to Grandma Perry? Young Master Logan’s just been brought back..."

"Don’t call him Young Master — he’s a bastard! The only Reid heir is Owen!"

Amelia stormed off in fury, still yelling as she left.

"Why couldn’t he just die out there?! I don’t want some illegitimate brat for a son! Wouldn’t it be better if Owen completely replaced him? The Reid Family only needs one heir — and Owen can take his whole life!"

The servants and bodyguards all chimed in, a faceless mob, echoing Amelia as they left — leaving Logan sprawled on the floor, unmoving.

Not a single one of them checked if he was breathing.

Not a single one thought to call a doctor.

When the last footsteps faded, the fifteen-year-old boy finally hid the sharp light in his eyes.

Piece by piece, he pushed himself up, and walked back toward his quarters.

The Reids had given Logan the most remote courtyard, a nameless corner of the estate.

Logan simply called it the small building.

He returned to that building, pulled out cheap ointment, and smeared it over his wounds — not even flinching as the sting hit raw flesh.

At that moment, the young Logan seemed to sense something.

His eyes snapped up — sharp as blades, cutting straight through her.

And then, in an instant, the scene shifted.

The boy was still fifteen, still impossibly calm, standing in the grand hall.

In front of him sat Grandpa Reid, Old Mrs. Reid, Daniel, Amelia — and Owen.

"Logan," Grandpa Reid said, his tone heavy with favoritism, "how could you throw Owen out of his room — and even steal his things? I told you before, you and Owen are both children of this family. Yes, Owen is adopted, but he’s lived here for ten years. Why do you insist on taking his room?"

Owen, all false sweetness, spoke up softly:

"Big Brother is the real son. He told me everything I have should really belong to him — including my room and my watch."

"But the room was one Mom and Dad picked just for me, and the watch was a birthday gift from Mom last year. What do those have to do with Big Brother?"

Daniel, pretending fairness, chimed in:

"Logan, Owen’s right. We Reids won’t mistreat either of you, but you can’t just take Owen’s things. How about this — give the room and the watch back to Owen, and apologize to him in front of everyone."

Logan’s tone stayed flat, almost too calm.

"I’ve never set foot in Owen’s room. How could I ’take it’? As for the watch — I’ve never seen it."

"Still lying?!"

Amelia slammed the table with a crack, screaming, "You didn’t steal, you didn’t take — then why is Owen’s watch missing? Are you saying Owen would lie to me?!"

"Someone drag him down to the confinement room! Don’t let him out until he admits his mistake!"

Amelia gritted her teeth.

"Starve him for three days first. Let’s see if he still dares to keep this up! He’s gotten bold—daring to challenge Owen!"

The butler holding Logan sneered with a mocking tone.

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