Chapter 250: A Dream Selina wasnât about to keep her cool. "How could I not be angry? Twisting the truth like that? Owen, do you really think no one can put you in your place?"
Owenâs smug expression dropped the moment Selina raised her fist. Panic washed over his face.
"Wh-what are you doing? Logan, Iâm the rightful heir to the Reid Family now. You wouldnât dare touch me!"
Logan lifted his gaze, calm and cold, as if he were looking at a ghost.
"Get out."
"Logan, youâ" Owenâs rage turned into fear. He swallowed his next words, his face shifting between red and pale.
"Fine! Iâll go. But donât think this is over. You wonât win against me!"
As Owen stormed off, Selina cracked her knuckles. "He really has the nerve to call himself Annaâs son? Thatâs a joke."
"Heâs never even visited her on her death anniversary. He claims to be her son, yet calls the woman who caused her death âMomâ? The audacity."
Logan sipped his tea, face unreadable. "It was expected."
Selina ground her teeth. "Annaâs anniversary is coming up soon. What if Owen and Amelia use it to stir up drama again and bother Grandma?"
Loganâs eyes briefly flickered with a flash of cold fury, but he quickly masked it. "Let them make noise. It doesnât matter."
Still fuming, Selina eventually sat on the couch to rest and unexpectedly drifted off.
She had a dreamâfaint and distant.
She was a teenager again, maybe seventeen or eighteen, and she sat down beside a man.
The man was quietly wiping down a headstone. She asked, "Big brother, what are you doing?"
His voice was calm and measured. "Visiting my mother."
Selina in the dream apologized immediately, "Sorry, I didnât mean to bring up something painful. Let me help."
The man gave a faint smile. "No need to apologize. Sheâs been gone for many years. Itâs just the truth. Iâve accepted it. I only met her a few times.
Officially, she was never even considered my mother."
Selina didnât understand. If she was his mother, why couldnât he acknowledge her?
The man finished cleaning the stone and placed a bouquet of white carnations in front of it.
She looked at him, wanting to ask something, but held back.
He explained, "I donât get to visit often. Just being able to clean her headstone and leave her some flowers... thatâs enough."
As the dream faded, Selina felt herself waking up.
Then, the man turned toward herâ
"Ah!" Selina jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
Logan set down his book and walked over. "Mrs. Reid, whatâs wrong?"
Selina stared at him, stunned, her throat tight.
In her dream... sheâd seen Loganâs face. When the man turned around, it was him. And the woman he was mourningâwas Anna.
Had Owen driven her so crazy she was dreaming this stuff now?
"Nightmare?" Logan placed a hand on her forehead.
She shook her head. After a while, she calmed down. "In the past... on Annaâs death anniversary... did you visit her?"
Logan replied blandly, "When Grandma was sick, no one in the Perry Family dared mention her. Let alone pay respects."
Selina asked again, "When did your grandma get better?"
"She was never fully recovered. But the episodes stopped three and a half years agoâshe was discharged then."
Logan looked at her. "Thatâs when I started going to visit... to pay respects to Anna. Before that, her name was a taboo in both the Perry and Reid families."
And if it was a taboo, any mourning could only be done in secret.
Selinaâs mind jolted like sheâd been hit with a bolt of lightning.
In the dream, she looked around seventeenâthat wouldâve been four years ago. Back then, Grandma Perry hadnât recovered yet, and Logan wouldnât have been able to visit Annaâs grave.
Wait... even in her dreams, she kept the timeline logical?
"Then... did you ever secretly visit her before that?" she asked, a little hesitant.
Logan suddenly lowered his gaze, his eyes sharp and searching, like he could see straight through her. "Mrs. Reid, what is it you know?"
Selina quickly shook her head and forced out an awkward response. "Nothing, Iâm just curious. I mean... I feel like you wouldâve, right?"
Logan didnât bother denying it. "I did."
"How?" she asked quietly.
"I cleaned her headstone, left carnations, sat with her for a bit. Talked to her, even though I knew sheâd never answer."
A strange ache spread through Selinaâs chest. The way dream-Logan had done the exact same things as the real one... it made no sense. She hadnât known about any of that. Then how could she dream it?
Dreams had to come from somewhereâsome memory, some stimulus. Unless...
A wild thought suddenly struck her.
Could it be that... she had seen Logan at Annaâs grave four years ago?
The idea shocked her. Just as she was about to ask him, Jack entered the room. "Sir, the carâs ready."
Logan stood. "Letâs go."
Selinaâs thoughts scattered. She blinked. "Where are we going?"
"Home, of course." Logan raised an eyebrow. "Or do you want to stay here at the Reid estate?"
"But..." Selinaâs mind was still a mess of half-formed thoughts. The small fire of suspicion in her heart was burning stronger. "But you didnât even get anything out of this visit. Doesnât that just make Owen even more arrogant?"
Before, theyâd at least had the excuse that Owen was just a foster sonâAmelia had no reason to pass him Reid Groupâs shares. But now, Daniel and Amelia had no shame and publicly declared Owen the rightful heir of the Reid family. All of Loganâs scheming seemed pointless.
But Logan simply looked down and curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Mrs. Reid, Iâve already gotten what I came for."
Selina blinked. "You did?"
Could it be...
"Making Owen Annaâs so-called âsonââthat was your goal?" she asked.
A dangerously charming smile curled on Loganâs lips. He lazily lifted a finger and pressed it against her lips.
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Selina thought of the smug faces Owen and Amelia had been wearing. Her brows lifted slightlyâclearly, some people had already walked right into Loganâs trap. And they were too busy celebrating to even notice.
...
A few days later, Selina received a call from an old high school classmate.
"Selina! Iâm back in City Aâletâs meet up soon."
It was her best friend from high school, whoâd returned to City H after graduation to take over the family business.
Selina was so thrilled she nearly bounced out of bed. She immediately reserved a private room at a fancy restaurant with the best view.
Logan dropped her off at the entrance. A woman was already standing by the car.
Selina stepped out and waved. "Freya!"
Freya Drake hadnât changed much in the years since high school. She walked up with open arms for a hug, but her eyes quickly landed on Loganâs face, and she froze. "Wait... this is your husband?"
After Selina confirmed it, Freyaâs excitement exploded.
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The air went instantly still.
Loganâs eyes snapped up.
Selina froze too.
Waitâwhat did Freya just say?
Logan narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low and rough.
"Four years?"