Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 414: Blame Your Own Bad Acting

Chapter 414: Blame Your Own Bad Acting

The room suddenly went silent.

Grandpa Perry felt his breath cut off.

"Let go! Let go! Are you insane?!"

"I asked you a question—where is Anna buried? Answer me!"

Grandpa Perry, gasping from the lack of oxygen, snapped without thinking: "How the hell would I know?! Let go of me, you crazy woman!"

"Madam, what are you doing? Let go! Are you trying to kill him?!" Amelia shrieked.

Mr. Perry the Second also shouted, "Madam! What has the Perry Family ever done to you, for you to treat my father this way?!"

"You don’t know... haha, you don’t even know..."

Grandma Perry ignored both Amelia and Mr. Perry the Second.

She wasn’t heartbroken anymore—she just found it laughable.

"You, who claimed to visit Anna’s grave every May... you, who claimed to care so deeply for your daughter..."

"And yet you don’t even know where she’s buried."

Dead silence.

Grandpa Perry suddenly realized what he had just said.

His face turned ghostly pale.

No more faking, no more wheezing.

His lips trembled with anger, and he pointed at Grandma Perry furiously:

"You... you did that on purpose!"

Yes. Grandma Perry had done it on purpose.

Since he loved pretending to be the perfect father—

She would tear off his mask.

"This whole damn Perry Family never gave a damn about Anna! All for that adopted daughter—how dare you rip up Anna’s will and hand her inheritance to this pathetic imposter?!"

She stepped closer with every word, pressing down hard.

Each accusation made Grandpa Perry’s face go a shade whiter.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and roared: "What imposter?! Owen is Anna’s biological son—her own flesh and blood!"

Grandma Perry sneered. "I’m Anna’s actual mother, and I never acknowledged him. Anyone who tries to force this fake onto my daughter’s name—I’ll fight to the bitter end."

"You... You’re being ridiculous!" Grandpa Perry’s face flushed red.

"Everyone in the family knows it’s true! What makes you think your word is enough to say he’s not?! You—"

"Because Anna came out of my body!" Grandma Perry’s voice was steel, her presence unshakable as she looked each of them in the eye.

"A cheating husband who favored his adopted daughter, two illegitimate sons from mistresses, and a wannabe imposter who tried everything to take Anna’s place—And you want people to believe Owen is her child? Who would buy that?"

Amelia’s face went stiff. She instinctively looked toward the guests.

Sure enough, while no one dared speak, the expressions said everything—

They didn’t believe it.

Grandma Perry was right.

She was the only one in the Perry Family who ever truly cared about Anna.

The others? Please. Everyone here was from the upper crust.

Illegitimate children, mistresses, phony daughters—the setup was all too familiar.

No one in that mess had any reason to love Anna.

If they didn’t exploit her or strip her bare, that would’ve been mercy.

And Owen?

He forgot his mother’s death anniversary.

He stood there, helping destroy her will.

This was her son?

It didn’t add up.

Seeing his power slipping away, Grandpa Perry threw all pretense aside and snapped: _{f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om}

"How much longer are you going to throw tantrums?! This was a decision made by the entire Perry Family—for the good of the Perry Family! Can’t you put aside your maternal softness and think about the bigger picture?"

Grandma Perry’s eyes were bloodshot with fury.

"You’re unbelievably generous. But I’m not like you. I can’t sacrifice my daughter to feed a family of leeches like yours!"

"Madam, you don’t have to say it like that..." Amelia sobbed.

"My father was only thinking of what’s best for the Perry Family. Anna... if she knew in the afterlife, she’d be happy."

Grandpa Perry seized the moment: "Anna’s dead! So what if she sacrifices a little? If Amelia had died instead, I would’ve—"

"What, did you think I forgot how Anna died?"

Grandma Perry never imagined these shameless people would actually dare use Anna’s death as a talking point.

"You talk a good game—so what if Amelia had died today? You’d still ignore her last wishes and call it all ’for the good of the Perry Family,’ wouldn’t you?"

"But from beginning to end, the only person this family has ever sacrificed... is Anna!"

Grandpa Perry roared, "Nonsense! I’m Anna’s biological father! I would never—"

Grandma Perry sneered, "Save the act. When she went missing, you didn’t look for her. When she came home, you didn’t care. You forced her to constantly give way to your precious fake daughter. When she was sick, you cut her medication, let her rot, and made her give up her own engagement—all so your darling impostor could take her place."

"You old bastard. I may be sick, but I’m not dead, and I’m certainly not senile. Try this again, and I’ll make sure the Perry Family crashes and burns."

She turned to the bodyguards she brought with her.

"What are you standing there for? Pear Blossom Estate belonged to my daughter—she left it to Logan! Now clear this place out. Get these outsiders the hell off her property!"

Grandpa Perry clutched his chest, panic setting in. He tried again: "You... you’re making baseless accusations! I’ve never played favorites—Anna and Amelia were both—"

"Old Mr. Perry," Logan suddenly interrupted.

His tone was calm, but carried an undeniable chill.

"You say you never played favorites, yet you let Amelia steal everything from her."

"You couldn’t even remember her death anniversary. And you have the nerve to say you weren’t biased."

Logan gave the fuming old man a cold glance.

"What do you all think? Am I wrong?"

Everyone froze.

No one had thought about it in detail before—but now that Logan said it out loud...

The favoritism was blatant.

Logan had spoken, and no one dared argue. But in their hearts, everyone had made up their minds.

"I didn’t expect things to spiral like this..."

"Still, the Perry Family went too far. Even if Mr. Reid wasn’t the rightful heir, the inheritance should’ve gone to the madam, not Amelia and her son."

"Has Amelia just gotten used to sucking people dry? What’s with her obsession with Anna? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she schemed her way into the Perry Family all those years ago when Anna went missing."

...

After the guests left, Amelia completely lost it.

She shrieked, "AHHH!"

Her money, her company, her Pear Blossom Estate—gone.

Worst of all, people were starting to doubt Owen’s identity.

Amelia couldn’t care less that Grandma Perry was still present.

She stormed forward and screamed, "Logan—!"

Logan took a casual step back.

Amelia stumbled and crashed to the floor.

He leaned down slightly, as if to help her up—but instead, he spoke softly by her ear.

"Mrs. Perry, if people are questioning Owen’s identity, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself. In the end, you just don’t know how to act."

"You—!"

"Everyone knows you hated Anna. You two were enemies to the grave. So now you expect people to believe that you raised Anna’s son like your own for twenty years?"

"You—who clawed your way up as a mistress—care more about ’Anna’s son’ than your own son? Tell me, won’t people find that suspicious?"

It was true.

Everyone knew Amelia had wished Anna dead.

How could she possibly raise Anna’s child for two decades, even favor him over her own?

"So again, Mrs. Perry, don’t blame anyone else. This failure was on you—from beginning to end."

Logan sighed, his words clearly meant for Owen to hear.

"Or maybe... it just wasn’t in little brother’s fate to win."