Selina felt a jolt in her heart, followed by a warm sensation welling up inside her.

Although marrying was merely a last resort, she had to admit that Ryan's younger uncle was far more like a decent person than Ryan himself.

"Thank you for helping me earlier. Was it you who asked Grandpa Carter to come?"

"Yeah, I made a call."

Selina recalled Grandpa Carter mentioning that his youngest son was too busy and left right after the call. Clicking her tongue, she remarked, "Grandpa Carter was just inside earlier. Why didn't you go in to see him?"

What kind of son behaves like this?

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Strange. Old Mr. Carter wasn't related to him, so why would he need to go in?

That peculiar suspicion surfaced again. It seemed his new wife might have misunderstood his relationship with the Carter family.

Logan subtly shifted the topic. "I'm surprised that Miss Clark actually gave up the spot as an award presenter."

Selina: "…"

Her expression froze momentarily. What did he mean by that? Did Logan think she was joking when she said she didn't mind? Did she look that petty?

Selina explained, "Being associated with Ryan feels like bad luck, and besides…"

Besides, she worried that if things escalated, Grandpa Carter would feel upset.

The spot had been granted to her by Old Mr. Carter. If he turned around and gave it to Natalia instead, stirring up trouble would only make the old man feel guilty.

Logan caught the unspoken words in her expression and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

So, she tolerated Natalia because of this? He had assumed she was like a little hedgehog, but it turned out her temper was much softer than he thought.

An hour later, Logan dropped her off at Sapphire Valley Villa. Just as he was about to step out of the car, Ethan's call came through.

"Logan, it's time for your follow-up at the hospital."

A rare flash of impatience crossed Logan's eyes.

Ethan sighed on the other end of the line. "You can't just ignore your health. Come on, let the doctor take a look. You're still young; it can be treated."

Selina fell silent, her expression turning horrified. "…"

What's this about ignoring his health? Still young? Can be treated?

Logan was perfectly healthy with all four limbs intact. What kind of condition required frequent hospital follow-ups? The only thing she could think of was his unspeakable… private issue!

To just say it out loud like this in front of her—was that really okay?

Selina's face flushed red. She quickly got out of the car. "Mr. Reid, Dr. Drake is right. With modern medical advancements, even the smallest issues can definitely be treated. You should go now."

With that, she bolted away like a rabbit, disappearing in no time.

Logan ended the call, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

His dear Mrs. Reid seemed to have far too many misunderstandings about him.

The Miller butler had prepared afternoon tea for Selina. After finishing it, she went straight upstairs and took a nap.

When she woke up and turned to look outside, the sky was already pitch black.

Selina wasn't sure if Logan had come back yet, but she figured that kind of condition wouldn't be resolved so quickly anyway.

She headed downstairs for dinner, but as soon as she stepped onto the stairs, she heard a sharp female voice—

"I'm pregnant with Logan's baby! What does that bitch upstairs even count for?"

The shrill voice made Selina frown.

The Miller butler responded in an even tone, "Miss Hayes, Madam is the woman Mr. Logan has chosen. Please do not disturb her."

"How dare you! A mere servant speaking to me like this? That bitch upstairs seduced Logan while he and I were having a fight. She's a shameless homewrecker! I'll kill her!"

Selina understood now. So it was Miss Hayes... This pampered young lady from the Hayes family certainly lived up to her reputation, always spouting threats like "kill her" at every turn.

The butler, Mr. Miller, darkened his expression and said coldly, "Miss Hayes, you are fully aware of why Mr. Logan canceled the engagement. If you continue to cause trouble, I will have no issue calling the Hayes family."

Rachel Hayes's expression froze instantly, as if her secret had been exposed. She grew furious and raised her hand abruptly. "How dare you! Shut up, you—ah!"

Selina descended the stairs quickly, catching Rachel's hand mid-air and twisting it firmly.

Rachel screamed in pain. "You bitch! Let me go! Don't you have any manners?!"

Selina sneered. "Oh, so it's Miss Hayes. Coming into someone else's home, crying, shouting, and trying to hit people—this is what the Hayes family calls manners?"

Both Logan and Mr. Miller had mentioned before that the engagement was called off because of something Rachel had done. Judging by her guilty expression, Selina was convinced.

If Rachel was the one in the wrong, what right did she have to blame Logan—or call Selina a homewrecker?

Furious, Rachel grabbed a cup of hot tea nearby and instinctively threw it at Selina's head.

But Selina was quicker, sidestepping and grabbing Rachel by her hair. "If you're sick, see a doctor. Don't try to throw your tantrums at me!"

The housemaids quickly stepped in, forcibly dragging Rachel away.

Glaring at Selina's retreating back, Rachel was both furious and humiliated. She was on the verge of tears. She was *so close* to becoming Mrs. Reid! It was just a small mistake; Logan must have already forgiven her. This was all because of that scheming woman taking advantage of the situation!

"You think you're so great? With the Hayes family backing me, I'll win Logan back sooner or later! Do you think being married to him makes you special? Logan and I already had a husband-and-wife relationship!"

Selina froze mid-step and turned back, looking at Rachel with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

After a brief pause, she waved the maids away, leaving only the two of them in the living room.

Rachel, sensing victory, smirked smugly. "I'll have you know—I'm pregnant with Logan's child. Who do you think you are? Step aside now, and maybe I'll spare your pitiful life. But if you don't, once my child is born, you're as good as dead!"

Selina suddenly chuckled, her eyes glinting as she leaned in slightly.

"Rachel, you're pregnant with his child?"

A flicker of triumph crossed Rachel's face. "Of course—"

"But don't you know?" Selina interrupted with pretended confusion, "Is he impotent?"

Logan had just reached the front door when he heard that last sentence.

Ah. So now he finally understood the source of Mrs. Reid's many misunderstandings.

Inside the villa, Rachel froze, realizing the implication behind those words. She erupted in anger. "You're lying!"

"It's true," Selina said with an exaggerated sigh. "He told me himself. Oh, you know Ethan, right? Dr. Drake also mentioned his condition. Miss Hayes, are you sure the child you're carrying is really his?"

"Impossible! Shut up! Shut up!"

Rachel was so enraged that she lost all sense of logic. She reached out to slap Selina, but before her hand could connect, her body was sent sprawling by a swift kick.

Jack, one of the security guards, stepped back after delivering the kick, while Logan stood at the doorway, his figure outlined by the backlight.

Logan's voice was dangerously calm, each word deliberate. "Miss Hayes, get out!"

The villa fell silent for two seconds.

Selina, stunned, looked at Logan in surprise. For someone as gentlemanly as him to use the word get out… what on earth had Rachel done to warrant that?