Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 420: Sweet but Scheming Fiancée

Selina thought she’d misheard. "A matchmaking prospect?"

"...Yes," Brooks said, equally exasperated. "She’s already considered Joe’s fiancée. Grandma Morris is bragging everywhere that the Morris Family has tied itself to the Hill Family. She wants Kyle and you—"

Selina wasn’t buying any of it. She casually flipped her hair back, eyes glinting with sarcasm.

Grandma Morris’s face flushed red with fury. "How dare you!"

Of course. That’s why President Brooks was throwing them out—he knew Selina.

"...Wait, I think I understand."

After saying this, Hannah stepped back, giving off the perfect image of being gracious and knowing her place.

Joe, who’d been desperate to see Selina, looked at Hannah gratefully. "Ms. Hill..."

President Brooks nodded, and his face turned icy.

She turned to Brooks with an apologetic smile. "President Brooks, would it be possible to have Miss Selina co out for a mont? I’m technically her elder. I even prepared a small gift for our first eting. Why not give it to her today?"

Grandma Morris let out an annoyed snort. "What an ungrateful brat. Look at her—making her elders wait here..."

Selina clicked her tongue quietly. She found Hannah incredibly fake—especially after learning Hannah used to be the "gold standard" contrasted against Charles’s daughter. She just couldn’t help but feel a deep, unexplainable dislike.

But expecting her to call another woman "Mom"? Was Grandma Morris still dreaming?

"You must be Selina. I know you’re upset with the Old Madam and Joe, but we’re all family here. Making things too ugly won’t help you in the long run, right?"

What, exactly, had the Morris Family ever done to offend XR’s owner? It didn’t make sense.

Selina leaned close to Logan’s ear and murmured, "I’m about to start trouble. Mr. Reid, make sure you clean it up for ."

Hannah gave a soft, polite laugh. "Old Madam, it’s nothing serious. Just a small misunderstanding. Oh, by the way, Old Madam, Sandy—did either of you see any handbags you liked? Consider them my gift to you."

Logan gave her a long, aningful look. "As long as I’m here? By all ans, go ahead."

"Letting the Morris Family leave with any dignity was already being generous because of so-called blood ties. But since Grandma Morris doesn’t appreciate it—Uncle Brooks, don’t bother being polite."

Selina’s brow twitched. So this "Ms. Hill" and Charles’s daughter had been compared to each other back in City N?

Joe’s face turned bright red. He suddenly didn’t know what to say and cast a helpless look at Grandma Morris for help.

"Good." Selina turned. "Uncle Brooks, from now on, I don’t want to see them in my store."

"Of course," Brooks cut in coolly. "Morris Family’s Old Madam and the daughter of the Hill Family’s forr head. I know exactly who you are."

Selina let out a cold, incredulous laugh.

"Selina, you don’t have to worry. There’s no romance between and Joe. We’re just... getting older. We want soone to lean on, soone to walk through life with. I would never try to replace your mother’s role. Don’t bla Joe for this."

He didn’t bother hiding his disdain. "Please leave."

But Grandma Morris’s face fell into an ugly scowl. She understood imdiately.

Then she gave Selina a sympathetic, understanding look.

"Logan," she asked flatly, "do you think I can afford to piss off the Hill Family?"

"Ma’am, apologies, but our owner says XR is no longer welcoming you four."

"Grandma Morris, are you saying Uncle Brooks is being too polite?"

Sandy’s eyes glead with mischief.

Joe felt humiliated. "President Brooks, we all move in the sa circles. Do you really need to go this far? Besides, our Morris Family has never—"

"Joe, it’s nothing. It’s just what I should do. You and Selina are father and daughter. You should have an honest talk."

Brooks sighed. "But to be fair, the Hill Family na is intimidating. Hannah Hill was the top debutante in City N growing up. She and Charles’s daughter were constantly compared. A City N socialite marrying Joe is definitely a step up for the Morris Family. Grandma Morris probably wants you and Kyle to show support, to help keep Ms. Hill around."

She could picture it. Hannah, the epito of refined, gentle elegance, while Charles died and Mrs. Hill lay in a coma, leaving no one to protect Charles’s daughter. She’d have been dragged out as the ugly foil to Hannah’s grace and talent.

"Selina, you probably don’t know yet—this is Uncle Joe’s fiancée. They’re getting married soon. You’ll have to call her Mom."

Joe, stiff and embarrassed, mumbled, "Ms. Hill, pick whatever you like."

Selina nearly laughed at how spineless he looked. She made a ntal note to arrange a paternity test—was this coward really her biological father?

Selina let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Hannah’s perfectly composed smile flickered, confused. "I... I don’t understand—what’s going on?"

Brooks’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying Hannah. Hill Family won really were sharp.

Joe realized it was those few grumbling insults from Grandma Morris that Selina had overheard. He felt completely embarrassed and stamred, "Selina, your grandmother didn’t an it that way. She’s just... used to comparing you to Victoria. She wasn’t trying to insult you..." Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m

President Brooks let out a cold laugh. The Morris Family’s Old Madam always acted so high and mighty—even now, she was still being so aggressive.

Selina’s tone was maddeningly calm. "Well, you’ve always called rude. Don’t you think I dare?"

"...She wants you to call her Mom."

Her voice rose in a shriek. "Where is she? Tell her to get out here!"

Hannah spoke up, her voice gentle as ever.

"Old Madam, please don’t get upset," Hannah said gently. "I know there are so misunderstandings between Selina and the Morris Family. I’m sure she didn’t an it intentionally. If you scold her now, it’ll only make things worse, and Joe will be the one hurt most."

"And you are...?"

"Selina’s here?" Joe asked, eyes lighting up.

"Throw them out. And from today on, XR will blacklist the entire Morris Family from all our businesses. Move."

Joe going on a matchmaking date? She had no problem with that.

"Yes, Miss."

They would have used Charles’s daughter’s "rudeness" or "wildness" to highlight Hannah’s gentleness and brilliance.

Outside, Grandma Morris was still going on, voice shrill with complaint.

Hannah’s gaze lowered to hide her expression before she smiled softly and stepped forward to soothe her gently. Then she turned and addressed Selina with a sweet, reasonable voice:

"Joe, when we ca in earlier, I saw a young woman standing with President Brooks. She looked a lot like your daughter."

"Old Madam, don’t be angry."

Grandma Morris’s face twisted. "Do you even know who we are—"

Selina’s voice turned ice-cold. "Say it."

Then she stepped forward. Her voice was cold and clear: Updated from fr𝒆ewe

Selina felt outright nauseated listening to her.

A cold, hard-to-explain disgust twisted in Selina’s gut.

Grandma Morris lit up. "Oh, you shouldn’t spend money on us! Joe, why are you just standing there?"

"Oh, she’s grown up now. Forcing her to call Mom might be too much. It’s fine. She can just call Auntie. No need to push her."

Grandma Morris kept nagging on the side. "Ms. Hill? How formal. You two are practically engaged. Look at Hannah—so gentle, such a good temperant, such a famous talent in City N. She’s so much better than Victoria ever was. Victoria had no upbringing, and look at the rude, ungrateful daughter she raised..."

"Hannah, I’m sorry for making you suffer! Joe, can’t you say a single comforting word to Hannah? You’re practically engaged already—how can you act like this?"

Sandy imdiately shrieked, "Selina, what the hell is that supposed to an?!"

Outside, Sandy and Grandma Morris were still fussing over bags when Brooks suddenly arrived with a squad of security guards.

Hannah let out her signature gentle laugh.

Selina heard all of that—and suddenly laughed.