Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 401: The Ones Who Should Be Thrown Out Are You

Chapter 401: The Ones Who Should Be Thrown Out Are You

Just as the thought crossed her mind and Grandma Morris was about to start complaining, Mrs. Brown spoke again, her tone icy:

"Is there something wrong with your hearing, Mrs. Morris? Did you not catch what I just asked?"

Grandma Morris froze, caught off guard by Mrs. Brown’s directness. That wasn’t what she expected... unless—

She suddenly realized: the Brown Family must be angry at Selina’s behavior and now holding the Morris Family responsible.

All that bad luck—it’s all Selina’s fault!

Push all the blame on her and be done with it.

Grandma Morris quickly tried to shift gears.

"Apologies for the disturbance, Mrs. Brown. I was just about to remove this ungrateful granddaughter from the premises."

Mrs. Brown nodded slowly, then looked directly at Selina. Her anger flared up.

The Brown Family had treated Selina like their own daughter—and yet the Morris Family constantly humiliated her.

At first, mistaking Angelica for the real daughter could be chalked up to deception. But now they knew Selina was the biological one—and still, they dragged in some branch family girl, Sandy, to provoke her?

Mrs. Brown had heard every thinly veiled jab Sandy made earlier. She wasn’t stupid—Sandy was clearly trying to paint Selina as reckless and herself as kind and self-sacrificing.

Mrs. Brown made up her mind: Selina deserved justice.

She replied coolly, "I don’t know what Morris Miss did to upset you, Grandma Morris, but if you want to kick someone out, go ahead. Just don’t waste our time and hold up the banquet."

Grandma Morris and Sandy both lit up.

That easy? Selina was getting kicked out?

So she was lying about being seated at the main table after all!

Selina hadn’t moved, but Grandma Morris decided this was the moment to teach her a lesson.

"Se—"

"There she is. Take her out." Mrs. Brown pointed to Sandy and gave the order to the security nearby.

Grandma Morris choked on the words she was about to say. "Mrs. Brown, I—"

Mrs. Brown cut in, voice cool: "Oh? Changed your mind, old lady?"

She shrugged lightly. "Fine. She is your granddaughter, not mine. Do as you wish. Forget I said anything."

Wait, what?

Grandma Morris was stunned.

She had clearly meant Selina—why did Mrs. Brown point at Sandy?

Was this all a misunderstanding?

Sandy’s eyes welled with tears. She whispered with fake fragility,

"Mrs. Brown, you must be mistaken... Grandma meant to remove Selina, not me."

Grandma Morris jumped in, "Yes, exactly—not Sandy!"

Mrs. Brown raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"Oh? Then who? As far as I can see, Morris Family brought three people—you, Chairman Morris, and this young lady here. Yet you say your granddaughter isn’t this ’Morris Miss’? Then who exactly is it? Anyone else here with the Morris name?"

Mrs. Brown was in the mood to play—and Chairman Brown was more than happy to join in.

He cleared his throat, "Nope. That’s everyone."

Mrs. Brown narrowed her eyes, "So... you want to kick out your granddaughter, but claim she’s not the girl with your family name? Sounds like you’re just messing with me. What, do you think the Brown Family is easy to toy with?"

"No—no, of course not!" Grandma Morris was spiraling.

How did this backfire so fast?

In desperation, she pushed Selina into the spotlight.

"Mrs. Brown, to be honest... the granddaughter I meant isn’t Sandy. It’s... it’s Selina."

Mrs. Brown’s anger was barely contained now. She kept her tone cool but biting: "Oh really? Selina? That girl’s last name is Clark. You’re Morris. What relation are you even talking about?"

"You may not know this," Grandma Morris began, "but Selina is Joe’s biological daughter. She’s just stubborn and refuses to change her last name. And now, just to defy the Morris Family, she went and sat at the main table during the banquet! Completely disrespectful. That’s why I said she needed to be removed."

As she spoke, she even put on a pained expression.

"If she weren’t so disobedient, I’d never treat my own granddaughter this way. But now... sigh. Mrs. Brown, it’s best to just have her leave before she ruins the event for everyone."

The room instantly fell silent.

Everyone — including Grandma Morris and Joe — could sense it: Mrs. Brown was furious.

Sandy was secretly delighted. Selina really is an idiot. Getting on Mrs. Brown’s bad side? She’s done for.

Mrs. Brown let out a sharp laugh. "Is that so? Chairman Morris, do you have anything to say about that?"

Joe’s throat tightened. He instinctively wanted to speak up for Selina — but one glare from Grandma Morris shut him down.

In Grandma Morris’s eyes, this was the perfect opportunity to stomp Selina down.

She sighed, feigning sympathy. "Mrs. Brown, Joe is just feeling guilty toward his daughter. Please don’t press him any further."

Mrs. Brown’s voice turned icy. "Oh, I see. So you feel guilty — and your way of showing that is by throwing her out?"

"We don’t want to," Grandma Morris insisted. "But in public, we must consider the bigger picture. Selina’s personality needs... correction. Removing her is for her own good."

For her own good?

Mrs. Brown was absolutely livid now.

Everyone could see right through this — Grandma Morris simply looked down on Selina, thought of her as a country bumpkin unworthy of the Morris name.

And Joe? He just stood there, letting them humiliate his daughter in public?

Mrs. Brown was seething.

"So, what you’re saying is... anyone who doesn’t have the proper status doesn’t deserve to sit at this table. That about right?"

Grandma Morris felt something was off, but after a moment’s thought, she couldn’t figure out what.

"Yes, that’s right. Mrs. Brown, let’s not delay. Better to handle this now—"

"Perfect," Mrs. Brown cut her off, still forcing a smile as she pointed at Grandma Morris. "You heard her. Get them out of here."

The whole room froze.

Grandma Morris panicked. "W-What? Mrs. Brown, what are you saying?"

"What am I saying?" Mrs. Brown scoffed. "You insult someone at the Brown Family table and ask me what I mean?"

"I didn’t mean—"

Grandma Morris had bullied people her whole life, and even those who disliked her never dared embarrass her like this. But Mrs. Brown wasn’t playing by her rules.

"Mrs. Brown, the Morris Family respects the Brown Family deeply. There must be some misunderstanding!"

"There’s no misunderstanding!" Mrs. Brown snapped.

"You just called a member of the Brown Family unworthy of sitting at our table. So tell me—if Selina’s not worthy, are you?"

Wait—what did she just say?

Selina... a member of the Brown Family?

But she’s Joe’s daughter! What connection does she have to the Browns?

Grandma Morris’s brain practically short-circuited.

"Selina...?"

Mrs. Brown smiled, each word cutting like a knife.

"Surprised, Mrs. Morris? You shouldn’t be."

"Selina sits at our main table because—"

"She has always been part of the Brown Family."

"You think she’s not good enough for the Morris Family?"

"Well guess what—the Brown Family says she is."

"And if that offends you so much, then let me be clear— the Brown Family doesn’t welcome people like you. Get out."