Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 536: Make Her Die Faster

After Grandpa Perry stord off, the other two, needing to focus on damage control, slunk away as well.

At last, the old madam’s courtyard fell into true silence.

"Logan, Selina—you two are here?" Grandma Perry’s tone was calm. After so many years, she had long since seen through the Perry Family’s true nature. "Coming all the way here so late at night... co, sit."

Selina blinked in surprise. "Hm? Grandma Perry, wasn’t it you who asked soone to call Logan?"

She had assud Logan ca rushing over because Grandma Perry had summoned him. But clearly, the old madam was just as surprised to see them.

"Apologies, Grandma Perry—I was the one who called Logan."

A woman’s apologetic voice carried from the side. Riley stepped forward. "Sorry, Logan, for disturbing you and Selina at this hour. I was only worried they might harm Grandma Perry, so I..."

Then she turned to Selina with a guilty look. "Selina, I’m truly sorry. When I called, I didn’t pay attention to the ti. I was only thinking of Grandma Perry, not realizing you might already be asleep."

The courtyard went quiet for a mont.

Selina’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Sothing about that sounded... off.

She hadn’t complained, hadn’t said a word about being tired or inconvenienced. Where exactly had she shown any reluctance? Yet here was Riley, rushing to explain, as though Selina had been put out and Riley had to justify herself.

Grandma Perry, sharp as ever, caught the undertone too. Selina hadn’t shown the slightest impatience, but Riley’s explanation painted her as unwilling to co, irritated to be disturbed—while Riley, who had stayed by the old madam’s side all along, ca off as the more dutiful one.

Still, Riley had indeed helped the old madam tonight. Grandma Perry couldn’t very well repay kindness with hostility. She was hesitating over what to say when Logan suddenly turned his gaze.

"Thank you for your concern for Grandma at this late hour," he said evenly. "But in the end, this is Perry Family business. It wouldn’t be right for an outsider like you to get involved. I’ll have soone escort you ho."

Then he inclined his head toward Selina. "Didn’t you say you were worried about Grandma on the way here? Go ahead and help her back to her room."

Riley’s expression stiffened.

She bit her lip, looking like a child scolded unfairly. Her voice was small, frail. "Logan, I’m sorry, I really didn’t an—"

"Miss Nelson, why are you suddenly apologizing?"

Though Logan phrased it as a question, there wasn’t a trace of doubt in his tone. His words ca slow and deliberate.

"Thanks to Miss Nelson’s call, Selina and I were able to arrive. But still—Miss Nelson is neither a relative nor blood to Grandma. To linger here, mixing yourself into the Perry Family’s private affairs, would inevitably cause problems."

He spoke with cold precision. "So, Miss Nelson, why don’t you head back for now? Am I wrong?"

Riley’s hands curled into fists. She heard the warning behind his words.

Her throat tightened. If she left now, her plans would crumble. Forcing a smile, she drew in a deep breath.

"Grandma Perry suffered a terrible shock tonight. I’ll stay a while longer—just in case there’s anything she needs during the night. Logan, you don’t need to worry about ."

With that, she hurried away.

In truth, Riley had known Alia would cause trouble tonight. She’d deliberately waited for the mont of greatest chaos to call Logan, certain he would co.

And she had chosen midnight on purpose—when Selina would surely be asleep. If Selina didn’t co along, Riley would look like the only one who cared.

—She, an outsider, was showing concern for Grandma Perry. While Selina, Logan’s wife, ignored the old woman even after knowing she’d been frightened.

Add in the fact that Riley and Logan had grown up together, childhood sweethearts, and what would public opinion say then?

But Riley hadn’t counted on Selina showing up too.

How hateful!

Inside the room.

Grandma Perry lay down, watching Selina sitting by the bed. Her voice was soft. "I’m fine, Selina. Go get so rest."

Selina shook her head.

Grandma Perry sighed, a touch of helplessness in her tone. "I could hear Nelson girl’s little performance. That old fool’s mistresses are endless, and with Alia in this house on top of it, at least I still have the sense to tell right from wrong."

"But tonight, it was indeed Miss Nelson who blocked that old man and Alia for . If she wanted to stay, I couldn’t exactly throw her out."

Grandma Perry knew full well what Riley’s words really were—in modern terms, classic "green tea."

At first, they didn’t sound wrong. But if you thought about them carefully, every phrase subtly belittled Selina, contrasting Selina’s supposed "inaction" against her own effort—elevating herself by stepping on Selina.

Worried that Selina might have been upset by Riley’s insinuations, Grandma Perry insisted, "I’m really fine. You don’t need to stay here."

But Selina shook her head again. "It’s not because of Riley. Her words don’t affect ."

She was staying simply because she truly worried for the old madam.

Anna’s tragedy—placed on any mother—would be unbearable, a pain that cut to the bone. The old madam had borne it alone all these years, and now people were tearing open her wounds again, pouring salt into them.

Outwardly, Grandma Perry looked calm. But Selina knew her heart must be riddled with scars.

Grandma Perry seed to understand what Selina ant. She smiled faintly. "I’m fine, truly."

Selina looked at her steadily.

The old madam went on: "I won’t die before the ones who killed Anna. Alia is still alive, that old man is still alive. I won’t let myself fall before they do."

"No one values life more than I do. I’ll use this life to get justice for Anna and watch the Perry Family collapse."

"So, Selina, don’t worry for . It’s very late. Be good and go rest."

Before Selina could reply, the door pushed open and Logan stepped in. "Selina, go rest."

Selina blinked. The man leaned down, his voice low. "It’s late. Grandma needs her rest too. Whatever needs saying, we’ll talk in the morning."

Finally, Selina nodded and left with the butler.

Logan’s tone shifted, carrying a promise. "Trust —it won’t be long now."

Grandma Perry lifted her gaze. "Logan, speaking from an elder’s selfishness, I don’t want you entangled with Alia any longer."

Logan promised, "It’ll be soon. I was planning to finish this next month, but I didn’t expect Alia to latch onto Duke William."

Grandma Perry arched a brow. "So?"

Logan inclined his head, voice cool. "So I’ll just have to make Alia die a little faster."

Grandma Perry smiled in satisfaction—though her expression quickly darkened. "But you said it yourself: Alia has Paula’s backing. And how will you prove she isn’t truly your mother’s child?"

Logan’s lips curved faintly. "Simple."

He didn’t elaborate on the thod, only said, "Alia only truly cares about Owen, doesn’t she?"

Grandma Perry thought for a mont, then nodded.

...

The next morning.

Because of Selina’s video the night before, Perry Group’s stock price plumted. Grandpa Perry and Alia were nearly frantic.

In the end, it was Alia who cald the shareholders—because—

Alia promised that Miss Paula would invest two hundred billion into both the Perry Group and the Reid Group.