Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 386: A Father’s Love, Too Late

Did Kyle say something? Maybe... he actually had.

But Joe had cut him off in anger.

"No, no... that’s impossible... how could I have made such a mistake..."

He knew exactly what those paternity reports meant—that Angelica wasn’t his biological daughter. That meant his real daughter was most likely... Selina.

But if it was Selina, then he had no daughter at all. Selina and the Morris Family were already enemies...

He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. All he wanted to do was run from it.

Logan glanced at him, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Chairman Morris, didn’t I remind you before—Amelia and Mrs. Victoria were rivals in love. Why would she ever treat her rival’s daughter like her own?"

Joe staggered backward, the realization hitting hard. He remembered... It was Amelia who had pushed for Logan’s engagement to Angelica. But Amelia had always hated Victoria—so why?

"Because Amelia knew who Victoria’s real daughter was. And it sure as hell wasn’t Angelica."

Logan’s voice was low and laced with irony.

"Chairman Morris, what a joke. Grandma Morris knew. Kyle knew. I knew. Luke knew. Even an outsider like Amelia knew. And yet you, the so-called biological father... were the only one left in the dark."

Luke sneered, "Yep. Chairman Morris, there’s a file right there on the floor. Go ahead—pick it up. That’s the original paternity report."

The paternity test. Right. He had to see it for himself.

Joe dropped to the ground, frantically searching for the document.

"No, Dad, don’t! You actually believe them?!"

Angelica lunged forward. Because her wrist was injured, she couldn’t grab the report fast enough—so she went berserk, stomping on it with her high heels like a madwoman.

"Don’t believe them! Don’t believe any of this!"

Blood began to seep from the gunshot wounds in her wrists, soaking through layers of bandages and dripping onto the paternity test. The red stains bloomed like tiny blood-flowers across the paper.

"Morris Chairman, no worries," Luke said lazily. "If you ruin that one, we’ve got plenty more. Hospital printers don’t break that easily—you want ten copies, twenty? You got it."

But really, it didn’t matter whether Joe looked at it or not. The truth was already laid bare.

This was City H—Morris Family territory. And yet, every hospital in the city confirmed the same results. Could all of it be fake?

He had been wrong. Horribly wrong. Joe’s breath hitched. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing his chest.

He had made a terrible mistake...

Then—who was his real daughter?

He clung to one last, desperate hope: Please, don’t let it be Selina.

But fate didn’t spare him.

Somebody in the crowd spoke up.

"Wait a minute... isn’t Morris Madam’s name Victoria? That’s Selina’s mother’s name too, right?"

"Yeah, it is. Her mom was Victoria—the most stunning woman in City A twenty years ago."

"I remember Katie was so jealous of her, she wouldn’t even let people say the name ’Victoria’ after she died."

"Didn’t Katie and James take over all of Victoria’s estate? When Selina sued them, she kept mentioning her mother—Victoria."

"And didn’t Angelica copy Victoria’s design sketches? Chairman Morris... you didn’t know any of this?"

A photo dropped to the floor at Joe’s feet.

Logan’s face was unreadable. "This woman... she was Mrs. Morris, right?"

Joe looked down slowly.

The face he hadn’t seen in over twenty years—the woman he had dreamed of day and night for decades—suddenly appeared right in front of him.

His expression shifted from disbelief to joy, to something like desperation. He reached out instinctively.

"Victoria... Logan, give me the photo!"

Logan pulled it back casually, letting Joe grab at air.

"Chairman Morris, that photo is something Victoria left behind for..."

He paused deliberately.

"...for Selina. Not for you."

Victoria left it... for Selina?

Why would Victoria leave her own photo to Selina?

Why?

Logan added, sharp as a blade, "And not just the photo. Her diary. Her estate. Her design portfolio. Everything—all of it—was left to Selina."

Then, with biting sarcasm: "Chairman Morris, you’re supposed to be a smart man. So tell me—have you finally figured it out?"

Joe stumbled backward and collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

Yes... he wasn’t stupid. What else could explain it? The only possibility was...

Victoria was Selina’s mother.

She was Selina’s mother.

Which meant—Selina was his daughter.

His daughter.

Ahhh!

Selina had shown him Victoria’s diary—handwritten, undeniably hers. She’d also brought out antique calligraphy and paintings Victoria had taken from the Morris Family.

Joe finally had to admit it: he had made a mistake. A massive one. But what now? The Morris Family was already locked in a blood feud with Selina. Her hands were wounded, she’d been humiliated, and not even fifteen minutes ago, he’d looked down on her for Angelica’s sake.

"Selina..." Joe scrambled to his feet, disoriented and desperate. "Selina, I’m your father. I’m your dad..."

Selina calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression cold. "Chairman Morris, you made a mistake. Your daughter is Angelica. Not me."

"No, no—it’s you. You’re my daughter!" Joe couldn’t bear the thought. If he had spent his whole life doting on the wrong girl... how could he face Victoria in the afterlife?

He couldn’t. So now, he had no choice but to admit the truth.

"It was Angelica! She misled me! Selina, we could’ve reunited as father and daughter so much earlier—it’s all her fault!"

Selina raised an eyebrow. "Chairman Morris, my mother never changed her name."

When Victoria married James all those years ago, she hadn’t hidden her identity. Everyone knew she was named Victoria, and that she’d had a daughter—Selina.

It had been more than twenty years, sure, but the facts weren’t impossible to trace.

And yet after Joe came to City A, despite hearing Victoria’s name multiple times, he never looked into it. Never asked.

Now that the truth was out, he had the nerve to shift all the blame onto someone else?

"You just want to steal everything from me, don’t you?!" Angelica suddenly shrieked.

It was over. Joe knew the truth. She was finished.

She had lost her identity as the savior. Lost her identity as the Morris heiress. Her reputation was in ruins—and it was all Selina’s fault!

Angelica snapped.

Even if she was going down, she was determined to take Selina with her.

"Angelica’s going to attack!"

"Miss Clark, watch out!"

"Ahhh—!"

Someone in the crowd shut their eyes, afraid to look.

Angelica lunged like lightning, aiming to ambush Selina from behind. At that moment, Selina had just taken a step backward—right to the edge of the stage.

One more step, and she’d fall straight into the towering champagne tower—over thirty tall crystal glasses stacked with precision from top to bottom. If the tower collapsed, the shattered glass would explode in all directions. The trays had sharp edges, and the impact point was dangerously high.

If Angelica pushed her into that sparkling death trap, the best-case scenario would be severe blood loss. The worst? Broken bones—or worse.

And then—

Logan shot forward and caught Angelica’s wrist mid-attack. With a brutal twist and a loud crack, he slammed her to the ground. Angelica let out a pig-like scream, her eyes bloodshot.

"Why won’t you just die?! Why won’t you die! Why do you have to steal everything from me?! Why?!"

"Steal from you?" Selina raised an eyebrow, like she’d just heard the dumbest thing ever.

"Angelica, just because you’ve been clinging to what you stole for years, doesn’t mean it was ever yours."

She looked down at the woman who once stood above everyone, now on her knees, screaming like a lunatic. It was pitiful. Ugly.

And honestly? Kind of funny.

This was the person who caused her years of pain... More than a decade of bullying. That attempted murder four years ago.

But it was all over now.

"Angelica," Selina said coolly, "It’s time to say goodbye. I hope you and Katie have a lovely reunion in prison."

She waved her hand dismissively, like brushing off trash. Like Angelica wasn’t even worth the space she occupied.

And then—

"Chairman Morris," Logan suddenly spoke.

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