Chapter 306: You Call That a Friend?
Night blindness? This is night blindness?
Selina had studied medicine for a few years under Uncle Gordon. She knew what typical night blindness looked likeâ
And Logan...
"Sir, Madam, arenât you coming down for dinner?"
Miller Butler knocked cheerfully at the door.
Logan stood up, voice calm as ever.
"Miller Butler, the vase broke. Please have someone clean it up."
Then he turned back like nothing had happened.
"Letâs eat."
Selina followed him, frowning slightly.
Dinner ended around 8 p.m. Selina headed upstairs, took a shower, and went straight to bed.
Right before falling asleep, she hesitated, then sent Gordon a message.
[Uncle Gordon, are you free tomorrow? I have something I need to ask you.]
[Ask me over the phone.]
[No. Itâs important. I have to ask in person.]
Once theyâd agreed on a time, Selina finally closed her eyes.
But she didnât sleep wellâevery time she blinked, she saw Loganâs lifeless eyes.
She had to get answers tomorrow.
Two hours later.
Once Logan was sure Selina was asleep, he quietly got out of bed.
He stood by the window, looking up at the moonâEven though he couldnât see it.
He was blind.
After the Carter family took him in, they had poisoned himâA special toxin that ensured he would forever be dependent on them.
It attacked his eyesight, leaving him almost completely blind at night.
There was no way to run, no way to escape the Carters.
Years later, the poison began to fade, and with Ethanâs help, he managed to suppress it.
But he hadnât expected...
He pressed his fingers to his brow, recalling the way Selina had looked at him in concern.
Just then, Jack called.
"Sir, we brought him in. Heâs in sublevel four. Shall I prepare the room?"
Logan gave a faint hum and hung up, heading down to the fourth basement level of Sapphire Valley Villa.
It was brightly lit.
In this kind of environment, Loganâs eyesight returnedâHis once-cloudy eyes now sharp and focused again.
Jack waited by the door, head bowed.
"My brother is interrogating him."
"Mm." Logan pulled on a pair of white gloves, his tone unbothered.
"Learn anything?"
"...Iâve failed you, sir."
Logan didnât seem to mind.
"No matter. Getting information wasnât really the goal."
Meanwhile, at the far end of sublevel fourâ
Inside a secure room, the Carter family assistant who had tried to approach Logan earlier that day now sat bloodshot and beaten, screaming curses.
"Jaxon! You and Jack are nothing but Carter Family dogs! You think you can stop being Carters just because you follow Logan now? You still have Carter blood in your veins! Both of youâ"
"Heh. Still talking tough on your deathbed?"
Jackâs mocking laugh echoed from the hallway.
"Well, sure. Youâre dying anyway. Might as well yell a bit."
Jaxon turned and greeted respectfully.
"Sir."
Logan nodded in reply.
Jaxon and Jack were brothers.
Jack stayed by Loganâs side, while Jaxon had long been expanding Loganâs operations overseasâhis true right-hand man.
But very few knew the truth.
Jaxon and Jack hadnât always been "Cole." They werenât even originally called that.
They had once been Cartersâborn into a side branch of the Carter family, unloved and unwanted.
Logan had been the Cartersâ "blood supply."
Jack and Jaxon?
They were the "monitors" assigned to watch him.
No one had expected the blood bag and the monitors to form a bond.
But when the three of them escaped the Carter family, they didnât hesitateâthey abandoned the Carter name for good.
The new names?Logan chose them himself.
And from that moment on, the names Jaxon Cole and Jack Cole became known across all of City A.
The Carter assistantâs bloodshot eyes burned with rage.
"You traitors!"
Jack wasnât fazed.
His parents had been forced to their deaths by the Carter family.
After all, in the Carter household, unless you were of the main bloodline, you had no rights. Everyone else existed only to serve, sacrifice, and die for the direct heirs.
His parents had died because of a mistake made by Old Mr. Carter.
And Thomasâthat hypocritical old manâhad simply said "what a shame" and continued to exploit their sons.
Jack loathed the Carter family.
He didnât even want to waste words on this pathetic excuse for one of them.
Jaxon, calmer, stepped forward.
"Sir, the recent flare-up of your conditionâit was caused by this man."
The assistant suddenly burst into laughter.
"Poisoned again? Hahaha! So youâre blind now, Logan? You, the great Mr. Reid, a blind manâwhat a joke!"
Logan looked at him, expression unreadable.
The assistantâs laughter choked in his throat.
"Y-You... wait, noâNo! Iâm not giving you the antidote! I donât have an antidote! Logan, this was always your fate! Even your real parents abandoned you, Iâ"
"I donât like listening to trash."
His voice was calm, almost gentle.
But it sealed the manâs fate.
The assistant went pale as death, trembling.
Fear surged in him so fast, he began screaming.
"What do you want from me?! Logan, do people even know what you really are?! Youâre a demonâa monster! Everyone says Mr. Reid is polite and kind... what a joke!"
"You donât care what the world thinksâbut what about Selina, huh? Your sweet little wifeâMrs. Reidâcan she live with the fact that the man in her bed is a devil?!"
Logan paused mid-step.
The assistantâs eyes lit up with twisted glee.
"Sheâll leave you the moment she knows. Who wouldâve thought her home sits above a hellhole like this? Sheâll run. You were born cursedâ
abandoned once, and now youâll be abandoned againâ"
His words caught in his throat.
Loganâs eyes were cold, calm, and utterly emotionless as he spoke two simple words:
"Youâre dead."
The next morning.
Selina woke up to find Logan gone.
Based on the time, heâd probably already gone to the office.
Sapphire Valley Villa was oddly quiet.
The maids were gone. Even Miller Butler was nowhere to be seen.
But Selina had a 9 a.m. meeting with Gordon and didnât have time to dwell on it.
Thirty minutes later.
Gordon had just finished listening to her description and was frowning deeply.
"Loses vision after dark, but itâs not night blindness? What kind of situation is this? Whoâs it for?"
Selina stiffened slightly.
"Itâs for... uh, a friend. What do you think it could be?"
Gordon gave her a very specific look.
A friend?
He didnât say it out loud, but he knew exactly who she was talking about. Marriage license and allâand she was still saying "friend"?
Still...
Loss of vision after dusk, cloudy gray irises, normal sight in daylight...
He hesitated before saying, "Selina, what youâre describingâit doesnât sound like a natural eye disease. Daytime vision normal, but blindness at night? It sounds less like illness, and more like... poisoning."
Selinaâs heart dropped.
"Poisoned?!"
She quickly followed up, "My friend... he was locked in a basement a lot as a child. No sunlight, no sense of day or night. Could it be the environment?"
The more Gordon listened, the more disturbed he became.
"Selina..."
His tone grew heavy and slow, the kind of tone doctors used when they were about to say âIâve done all I canâ.
A chill ran down her spine.
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Gordon gave her a look full of resigned exasperation.
"Selina, just say itâs your husband. It wonât kill you. Calling him your âfriendââdo you take me for an idiot?"
Selina had just taken a sip of teaâAnd nearly choked.
Gordon waved a hand dismissively.
"Alright. Back to business."
His expression turned serious.
"You want to know why Iâm sure Logan was poisoned? Itâs because..."