Selina wasn't about to keep her cool. "How could I not be angry? Twisting the truth like that? Owen, do you really think no one can put you in your place?"
Owen's smug expression dropped the moment Selina raised her fist. Panic washed over his face.
"Wh-what are you doing? Logan, I'm the rightful heir to the Reid Family now. You wouldn't dare touch me!"
Logan lifted his gaze, calm and cold, as if he were looking at a ghost.
"Get out."
"Logan, you—" Owen's rage turned into fear. He swallowed his next words, his face shifting between red and pale.
"Fine! I'll go. But don't think this is over. You won't win against me!"
As Owen stormed off, Selina cracked her knuckles. "He really has the nerve to call himself Anna's son? That's a joke."
"He's never even visited her on her death anniversary. He claims to be her son, yet calls the woman who caused her death 'Mom'? The audacity."
Logan sipped his tea, face unreadable. "It was expected."
