Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 307: Unwilling to Show Vulnerability

"That’s because I once treated a case just like this," Gordon said.

"She was fine during the day, but once night fell, she lost her sight completely. She couldn’t do anything at night. They kept her locked away, and eventually, she died alone in a secluded mansion."

"She was poisoned as a child. By her forties, she had a complete mental breakdown."

Selina instinctively asked, "Who was she?"

Gordon turned to look at her, his gaze steady. Then he slowly, clearly said the name:

"The real heiress of the Perry Family. Daniel’s first wife—Anna."

Selina’s head shot up.

Anna?!

She was nearly certain Logan was Anna’s biological son.

Anna had been poisoned.

And now... Logan was poisoned too?

Gordon didn’t beat around the bush.

"I won’t ask what Anna’s relationship is to Logan. You don’t have to tell me."

"But Selina—Logan’s condition isn’t just from being poisoned later in life. Part of it was passed down, inherited from his mother."

Selina’s chest felt tight.

Anna’s death had cast a long shadow over the Perry family.

Everyone had thought she died from depression.

But did Grandma Perry know the truth—that she’d been poisoned?

Anna’s condition had rotted her to the bone. She died in her early forties after a complete mental collapse.

If Logan inherited that...

"Here. These were the medicines we used during Anna’s treatment."

Gordon handed her a few packets and some dried herbs.

"But Selina—Anna’s case was a failed one. As for Logan... I doubt that Mr. Reid would just let himself die. Maybe you don’t need to worry too much."

Selina accepted the items and shook her head.

"Still worth trying. I’m not going to stand by and do nothing."

Gordon sipped his tea, watching her walk away.

He sighed softly.

"The girl’s really grown up."

Sapphire Valley Villa.

Selina examined the herbs Gordon gave her and laid them out to dry in the backyard.

"Madam, what are these? Herbs?" Miller Butler asked.

Selina nodded.

"Mm. Very important. Please make sure no one comes back here."

"Understood, Madam."

He didn’t press further and ordered the back garden to be closed off.

Once that was done, Selina headed upstairs—But Logan wasn’t in the study.

Meanwhile, on the fourth basement level—Logan sat elegantly on a rosewood chair, leisurely blowing foam off his tea.

The Carter assistant’s furious screaming echoed in the background.

Logan grew bored and gave Jaxon a faint glance.

"Yes, sir. I’ll take care of it."

"If he can’t talk properly, he doesn’t need a tongue."

The assistant’s eyes went wide in terror.

Jaxon nodded calmly, completely unfazed.

"Understood, sir."

Logan walked out of the blood-scented dungeon.

He took the elevator upstairs, but as soon as he stepped out, the thick stench on his clothes made him grimace.

He wanted a shower.

But before he could even get there, a wave of dizziness hit.

His brain pulsed in pain, and the colors in his vision began to fade fast.

Now? Seriously—

He pressed a hand to his eye socket.

That familiar stabbing pain made the veins at his temple bulge.

The poison was flaring up more often.

His vision failing, he calmly tried to make his way toward the stairs—

But then—

"Logan?"

Selina blinked, confused.

"Where’d you come from? You smell... strong."

Logan instinctively stepped back.

That was the unique scent of the sublevel dungeon—thick with blood and decay.

Even though Jaxon and Jack cleaned it regularly, the place had soaked in that stench for over ten years. freēnovelkiss.com

Logan had spent all day down there.

Naturally, it clung to him.

Logan normally wouldn’t have cared about things like this.

But for some reason, in that moment—facing Selina—He suddenly remembered what the Carter assistant had said:

"If Selina knew who you really were, would she still stay by your side?"

"Does she know the man she sleeps next to is a merciless monster? Does she know her home’s fourth basement is a dungeon from hell?"

"If Selina ever finds out, she’ll leave you. Logan, you were born cursed—destined to be alone, abandoned by everyone you care about!"

Maybe it was the blindness messing with his head.

He couldn’t see Selina’s expression.

He couldn’t see her movements.

Which meant—he couldn’t see her worry.

He knew better than to let words like that get to him, but still—

They did.

Because it was true.

He was someone meant to be buried deep underground. Someone who didn’t belong in the light.

No matter how hard he tried to climb up, no matter how dazzling he appeared to the world—

He was born in darkness.

Selina’s expression suddenly shifted. Her face went pale.

"You’re bleeding? I smell blood—are you hurt?!"

Logan heard the panic in her voice.

He paused, then said simply,

"It’s not mine."

"Oh, thank God."

Selina let out a breath of relief, then lifted her eyes.

Logan was still standing in the same spot. He hadn’t moved.

Selina didn’t hesitate—her gaze locked on his.

"You can’t see right now, can you?"

The air went heavy with silence.

Jack had once told him: "If you want a woman to fall in love with you, show her your scars. Make her feel sorry for you."

By that logic—he should just admit it.

Right now, he was blind.

If he followed Jack’s advice, this was the perfect moment to play vulnerable.

But...

"No."

He lied.

Selina’s suspicion deepened.

"Then why haven’t you come over?"

Logan chuckled softly, dodging the question.

Instead, he asked, "It’s still early. Don’t you have class today? At City A?"

Selina blinked.

"Yeah, I was just about to leave. You’re sure you’re okay?"

A gentle smile remained on Logan’s face.

"Positive. Go on, don’t be late."

Selina nodded.

Logan clearly heard the sound of footsteps... growing more distant.

She left.

And strangely, that realization hit him harder than expected.

He felt disappointed.

It was such a foreign emotion to him.

He never expected much from others, so he rarely felt let down.

But Selina walking away?

That—he felt.

Still, he had no right to call her back.

The Carter assistant was right—

Anyone would be disgusted by someone like him.

Let alone someone like Selina.

Logan tried heading upstairs—

But unable to see, he ran into a table.

Crash.

A glass fell, shattering on the ground.

Logan let out a bitter laugh, mocking himself.

How childish had he been, thinking she’d stay?

Frustrated, he reached for his phone to call Jack—to ask him to come help.

But just then—

He heard footsteps.

Soft, but growing closer—

And then a voice:

"Logan, give me your hand."

Logan froze.

The phone slipped from his fingers and landed with a soft thud on the carpet.

Even though he couldn’t see a thing—

He turned directly toward the voice.

Then he heard her again.

"Don’t move. I’m coming to you."

Logan slowly closed his eyes.

...Why did you come back?

...I’m a monster. You’re the angel. You should’ve run. Why would you come back on your own?

...Now that you have—don’t expect me to let you go.