"I think Aunt is absolutely right."
Selina lowered her head, feigning shyness, and said, "But Logan only likes fox spirits like me, not innocent and naive women like Miss Perry. What should we do?"
The entire living room fell silent. Everyone stared at Selina in utter disbelief.
Logan: "..."
He had overthought things. He had assumed Mrs. Reid might be upset.
Mrs. Perry and Vivian froze in place, their faces darkening as though ink could drip from them.
Selina continued cheerfully, "Maybe Miss Perry could start learning from me? You're still young; there's time."
Mrs. Perry's face turned beet red, and she burst out in anger, "Shameless! How dare you suggest Vivian learn from you! Vivian is a noble lady, and you—what are you?!"
Selina smiled sweetly, her tone light. "I'm nothing special. But for some reason, despite Miss Perry's noble status, she can't catch Logan's eye. Instead, he values me more—perhaps my charm is just irresistible."
Mrs. Perry nearly choked.
That's not what she meant!
How could Selina be so shameless?!
Vivian clutched her chest, her breathing labored. "Miss Clark, you..."
Before she could finish, she swayed and dramatically collapsed.
Mrs. Perry cried out in distress, "Logan, look at what Selina has done! Vivian is your sister—how can you bear to see her suffer like this? Logan..."
"Sister?" Logan's tone was cold as he interrupted Mrs. Perry, his gaze sharp with mockery. "It seems the Perry family has an unusual fondness for adopting daughters."
Mrs. Perry's wailing caught in her throat, leaving her speechless.
Silence blanketed the room. None of the dozen or so onlookers dared to say a word.
Logan spoke calmly, but his words carried an undeniable weight of authority.
"Any random cat or dog thinks they can be my assistant. Mrs. Perry, kindly pass on this message: if she wishes to remain secure in her current position, she should avoid provoking me."
With that, Logan took Selina's hand. "Let's go meet Grandmother."
Mrs. Perry and Vivian could only watch as Logan led Selina away. Their expressions were dark and filled with frustration, yet they dared not stop him after hearing his comment about "adopted daughters."
Logan guided Selina through several winding paths before they arrived at a particularly elegant courtyard.
"Whatever those people said, don't take it to heart," Logan said. "I've never been close to the Perry family, and I've never met Vivian before."
Selina glanced at him in surprise. Why was he explaining this to her? She wasn't bothered by it.
Logan narrowed his eyes. "It seems you doesn't care much."
Selina blinked in confusion. "…Should I care?"
She had no interest in what Vivian said or did, as long as she stayed out of Selina's way.
Logan's gaze deepened.
As Logan's wife, was her indifference because she trusted him, or because she didn't view their marriage as real?
Logan said casually, "Remember not to let Grandmother down."
Hearing this, Selina immediately hooked her arm around his and said confidently, "Don't worry. When it comes to acting, I'm a professional."
Soon, a woman who appeared to be a housekeeper emerged from the courtyard. "Logan, you're here! And this must be Selina? The madam has been waiting for you both."
Selina, experienced in reading people, could tell this housekeeper was genuinely welcoming.
Under a wisteria trellis in the garden sat an elderly woman with her eyes closed, quietly enjoying the moment.
Logan softened his sharp demeanor, walking over with warmth. He crouched beside her and said gently, "Grandmother."
Selina paused, stunned.
It was the first time she had seen such an expression on Logan's face.
As the head of Reid Group, Logan rarely showed emotion.
But now, Selina could tell—he was truly happy.
Hearing the voices, the elderly woman opened her kind eyes. "Logan, Selina, come and sit."
Selina sat down, and Grandma Perry smiled warmly. "Logan, it seems you listened to your grandmother and didn't marry recklessly. Instead, you chose someone you truly love."
Selina almost lost her composure: "..."
Truly love? Was her acting too convincing and fooled the elderly woman?
Logan didn't correct her.
Grandma Perry beamed with satisfaction. "I can tell at a glance that your heart and eyes are full of Selina. That's wonderful. Marriages with love last longer."
Logan remained composed, replying effortlessly, "Yes, I love her very much."
Selina's face turned red instantly, and she couldn't help but cough.
Apparently, Mr. Reid was the true master actor. His flawless performance had thoroughly charmed Grandma Perry.
She suddenly felt inadequate!
Grandma Perry, increasingly pleased, turned to Selina. "If Logan ever bullies you, you must let me know. I'll make sure to teach him a lesson."
Seeing how genuinely happy the elderly woman was, Selina suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
The old lady was so delighted at the thought of her grandson finding someone he genuinely loved, but their "love" was entirely fabricated—nothing more than an act.
Just then, Logan gave her a subtle glance.
Selina instantly switched into actor mode, playing her part to perfection, and said bashfully, "Grandma, how could Logan bully me? He's so protective of me."
"You're such a sweet child, always saying the right things." Grandma Perry couldn't stop smiling. "Next month is my birthday banquet. You must come. By the way, do you play the piano?"
Selina's mind went blank for a moment.
Grandma Perry's birthday banquet? Wait—wasn't such an event a big deal? Grandpa Carter would likely attend too. But why hadn't Grandpa Carter ever mentioned it to her?
Selina's unease grew. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that the Perry family had no ties to the Carter family.
But she'd verified from multiple sources that Logan was the Carter family heir... she couldn't possibly be wrong, could she?
"Selina?" Grandma Perry called again.
Selina quickly snapped back to reality. "Grandma, yes, I can play."
Grandma Perry handed her a music book. "Then let me gift you this score."
The housekeeper nearby hesitated, stepping forward to whisper, "Ma'am, that's..."
"A music score is meant for those who are destined for it." Grandma Perry smiled brightly. "Selina, if you can learn this piece, play it for me next time we meet."
Selina hesitated, unsure whether to accept the score. Out of reflex, she opened it and immediately gasped. "This is the long-lost piece, Distant Homecoming!"
Logan's eyes snapped toward her, narrowing slightly.
A young woman raised in the countryside who picked up piano as a hobby could be considered talented. But for her to immediately recognize *Distant Homecoming* as a lost composition?
Selina's so-called "country upbringing" was becoming increasingly intriguing to him.
Grandma Perry looked surprised. "Selina, you know this piece? My daughter composed it. It's not lost—I just selfishly refused to let it be played by those who don't truly understand music."
"But you clearly do, so I'll entrust it to you as a special connection."
From Grandma Perry's tone and the housekeeper's subtle expression, Selina deduced that the elderly woman's daughter had likely passed away.
Rumors said the Carter family heir's mother had also passed away early in life... Could Grandma Perry's daughter be Logan's mother?
But before Selina could piece things together, Grandma Perry suddenly seemed to recall something and let out a cold laugh—