Chapter 114: Fiercely Defending Her Husband Vivianâs goal was far beyond just being Loganâs âsister.â
Selinaâs eyes flickered mischievously. She stepped closer to Logan and naturally slipped her hand into his, her expression turning soft and demure.
"Vivian, why are you only greeting Logan? Did you not see me standing here?"
Vivianâs smile froze on her face.
Selina turned to Logan with an innocent tilt of her head.
"Logan, does your sister have a bad memory? Didnât you just tell her last time to call me sister-in-law? But she doesnât seem to remember."
Loganâs gaze shifted to Vivian, indifferent and distant.
"Did you hear that?"
Vivian was fuming.
She had gone through all this trouble to track down Logan, hoping to act a little closer to himâonly to find Selina clinging to him like a leech.
And now, this bitch expected her to call her sister-in-law? Who did she think she was?!
Selinaâs voice turned soft and pitiful.
"I just knew Vivian wouldnât be willing to say it. She probably still hasnât given up on marrying you. I must be such an inconvenience to her."
Logan: "..."
Vivian nearly choked on air.
Her face flushed an ugly red.
This wretched womanâpretending to be so weak and innocent!
"What right do you have to make Vivian call you that?!"
Before Vivian could even respond, a furious noblewoman standing beside her spoke up first, glaring at Selina and Loganâs interlocked hands with jealousy burning in her eyes.
"A lowly country girl like you isnât worthy of Logan! How dare you even show up at Grandma Perryâs birthday banquet?! Youâve got some nerve!"
Selina let out an exaggerated "Oh?" and eyed the woman up and down.
"Oh my, Auntie, do you also like Logan? Well, you should at least consider the age difference. With your years, youâre more suited to be his mother."
The noblewomanâs entire face twisted.
"Y-Youâre out of line! Iâm only twenty!"
Who was she calling Auntie?!
How dare this woman imply she was old?!
How could Mr. Reid have married this woman?!
Selina gasped dramatically.
"Oh wow, youâre younger than me? I wouldnât have guessed. You sure aged in a hurry."
"Y-Youâ!"
The noblewomanâs face burned with rage.
She lifted her hand, ready to slap Selina across the face. "Logan, look! Sheâs bullying me! Why arenât you defending me?!"
But Logan simply stepped in front of Selina, shielding her effortlessly.
His tone was mild but completely indifferent.
"Who are you?"
"Pfftâ"
Selina couldnât hold back her laughter.
After all that shouting and posturing, Logan hadnât even known who she was.
The noblewoman burst into tears.
"Selina, youâre awful! Iâm going to tell Aunt Amelia!"
Vivian, watching her friend flee, bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
She looked like a delicate flower battered by the wind.
"Miss Clark, since youâre a guest at our Perry estate, could you at least act like one? Your behavior isâ"
"Do you need me to remind you who the guest is and who the host is, Miss Perry?"
Loganâs voice cut through Vivianâs pitiful act, cold and detached.
Vivianâs face went ghostly pale.
"L-Logan!"
He didnât even spare her a glance.
"Go tell Amelia to stop causing trouble."
Logan took Selinaâs hand and turned to leave without hesitation.
"Otherwise, donât blame me for being ruthlessâeven at an event like this."
...
After turning a corner, leaving Vivian behind, Logan glanced at Selina.
"Iâll take you to the banquet hall."
Selina clutched the painting she had brought as a gift, a thought crossing her mind.
"Why donât I see anyone from the Carter Family here?"
Loganâs steps faltered slightly.
A smile touched his lipsâwarm, yet unreadable.
"They wonât come."
Selina blinked.
She had heard a different version of events from Kevin and another from the Carter Family.
Something didnât quite add up.
"Why not?"
Loganâs gaze turned mocking.
"The true Perry heiress was married off, only to die of depression, while the mistressâ daughter took her place. The Perry Familyâs in-laws would never attend, and my grandmother has no interest in seeing them."
Selina frowned slightly. So thatâs why...
No wonder not a single Carter Family member had shown up.
Logan smirked.
He wasnât lying.
The Perry Familyâs in-laws truly wouldnât attend.
That much was the truth.
But that didnât mean the Carter Family was any less tainted than the Reid and Perry families.
They soon arrived at the grand banquet hall, already bustling with guests and filled with lively chatter.
As Selina was about to find a quiet corner to sit down, a sharp female voice suddenly cut through the airâ
"Logan! You see me and donât even have the decency to greet me? Are you blind?!"
Loganâs expression darkened instantly.
Amelia stormed over in her high heels, furious.
"What did you tell the old lady? Why is your brother not allowed to attend the banquet?! Not giving him South Cityâs land is one thing, but now you wonât even let him come to a birthday celebration? You ungrateful bastard!"
People around them started glancing over.
Selinaâs face turned cold. Who was this woman?
She just ran up out of nowhere, screaming insults.
And since when did Logan have a brother?
Loganâs tone was indifferent.
"I already told youâdonât let that worthless foster son of yours show up and ruin Grandmaâs mood. Did you think I was joking?"
"Y-You...!" Amelia trembled with rage.
"Heâs your brother! Even if thereâs no blood relation, he was raised in the Perry Family! Heâs the real young master of the Perry Family! And youâ
what are you? Who gave you the right to decide?!"
Selina quickly pieced it together.
So this woman had an adopted son, and since Grandma Perry disliked him, she was throwing a tantrum at Logan instead.
If she wasnât mistaken, this woman standing in front of her was none other than Ameliaâthe fake heiress who replaced Anna as the Perry Familyâs daughter.
Selina let out a cold laugh.
"A fake heiress who convinced herself she was real, and now sheâs gone so far as to adopt a foster sonâtrying to pass him off as the legitimate heir?
The Perry Family is truly something else.
From top to bottom, all they do is raise other peopleâs children."
The entire room fell into dead silence.
"Shut your mouth! You think you have the right to speak here?!"
Ameliaâs gaze turned vicious as she glared at Selina.
"So, youâre the country bumpkin who married Logan? And you dare lecture me?!"
Selina scoffed.
"Lecture? Hardly. I just find it amusing."
"Did successfully stealing someone elseâs identity give you this much confidence? Is that why youâre so desperate to push your foster son into power?"
Ameliaâs worst fear in life was being called a "fake heiress"âor hearing her son be called a "fake heir."
Selinaâs words stabbed her right where it hurt.
Her voice shook with fury.
"How typical of someone from a third-rate family. So vulgar. So disgusting."
Loganâs eyes darkened, but Selina gripped his hand, stopping him.
She laughed.
This was the woman who stole Annaâs place as the Perry Familyâs true heiress.
This was the woman responsible for a life of sufferingâfor the grief that haunted the old lady to this day.
And now, she had the nerve to talk about status and class?
Selinaâs voice was icy.
"If Iâm from a third-rate family, then what about you? Perry Madam, before the Perry Family took you inâbefore you stole someone elseâs lifeâwhat wealthy aristocratic house did you come from?"
The banquet hall fell into complete silence.
Every guest stood frozen, wide-eyed, swallowing hard.
"Y-You...!" Ameliaâs hands shook with fury.
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Selina smirked mercilessly.
"If weâre talking about climbing our way up, who could possibly compete with you?
When the real heiress returned, you still clung onto her position. If that wasnât social climbing, what was it?"
"And after she married off and passed away, you took her place as a mistress and married her husband.
Are you going to call that âtrue loveâ?"
Loganâs heart trembled.
Was Mrs. Reid... defending him?