Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 596

Chapter 596: Keeping You Alive Just to Make You Suffer

Selina couldn’t shake the feeling that if this matter were fully uncovered, many other things would fall into place.

She still had to find out the whereabouts of her father and her brother.

…

That evening, Selina’s room was finally restored.

It was still the same east-facing suite on the third floor, complete with a private terrace. Aaron had people purchase expensive flowers to decorate the terrace.

At dinner, Ava clenched her teeth but dared not speak—she wanted to complain but had no way to do so.

Finally, Jeff and Helen arrived.

“Master, I have a report regarding the driver,” an assistant said after the meal, his eyes flicking briefly toward Hannah before bowing respectfully. “The driver did indeed act intentionally. His goal was to kill the young lady.”

The dining hall fell utterly silent.

June, Matt’s daughter-in-law, went pale. She tried to deflect nervously, “We’re in the middle of dinner… perhaps these things—”

“This is precisely the kind of matter one should know sooner rather than later,” Aaron cut her off sharply. “Go on.”

The assistant continued, “He claimed that he disliked the young lady and wanted to get rid of her. With no other means, the idea struck him while he was driving, so he acted on it.”

June’s pallor lightened slightly, relief flickering in her face.

But Aaron let out a cold laugh. “What nonsense. Did he really think I’d believe such a clumsy lie? He’s just a driver—he didn’t even know Selina before today. How could he possibly ‘dislike’ her? And even if he did, why risk his own life to kill her?”

June’s throat tightened.

The assistant added, “You’re right, young master. I also believe the driver was lying, so I investigated his family. It turns out he transferred a large sum of money to them recently and instructed them to move abroad. The funds came from a blank account. Give me a little more time, and I can trace it.”

June shot a nervous glance toward Hannah, only to be met with a cold, warning glare.

…Idiot!

Anyone could tell Aaron and his assistant were deliberately staging this, baiting her into showing her guilt!

But June’s uneasy expression was already enough to betray her—making it clear to everyone that she was somehow connected to the driver’s plot against Selina.

“Well then,” Aaron said smoothly, “if we can’t find out who’s behind it, we’ll simply turn it over to the police… Second Aunt, you look rather overheated. Strange, it’s not even that warm out. What’s the matter?”

He delivered his probe precisely, then grew bored of the act. “Butler, bring Second Aunt a glass of ice water to cool her off.”

June realized she had shown too much panic, and Aaron had caught on. “I—I… ah—!”

The butler returned with the ice water but didn’t hand it to June—or to Aaron. Instead, Helen took it.

Without a word, Helen rose, and in one swift, decisive motion, hurled the water forward.

The entire glass splashed across June. Matt and Hannah, seated close, were also drenched head to toe. Helen had shown no favoritism—she soaked all three of them equally.

June lost control and shrieked, “Ah! You wretched old hag—”

The insult choked in her throat, cut off instantly.

She was used to strutting about the Hill Family estate unchecked. The true heirs? Dead or ruined. With her position as the Hill family’s daughter-in-law, she had carried herself arrogantly throughout City N. Who would dare throw ice water on her?

But the woman standing before her was Helen—the mother of the current family head.

June realized in a flash that she couldn’t afford to offend her. But still… but still—

Hannah wiped the water from her face with forced composure, but Matt’s expression darkened. His lips trembled with fury as he barked, “Sister-in-law, what are you doing!”

Helen looked far younger than Matt, whose face was twisted with malice and schemes. That viciousness only deepened the already heavy lines on his aged features.

Helen regarded him as if he were trash. “Stop spouting riddles in front of me. You and I both know exactly who wants Selina dead the most. The only reason I haven’t had you rot in prison or take a bullet already is because I’d rather keep you alive a little longer—to let you suffer. Do you understand?”

“Just because I’ve ‘let you off’ doesn’t mean I don’t know who was behind the accident thirty years ago—or who caused my daughter’s death. Matt, you used the same dirty tricks against Selina that you did back then. Did you really think you’d win forever?”

With a sharp crack, Helen hurled a glass straight into Matt’s face. “Wait and see. Tonight was just a small lesson.”

Matt clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles went white, then forced them open again, swallowing his rage and humiliation. Through gritted teeth, he spat out each word, “Sister-in-law, you have no proof.”

Helen gave him a contemptuous sidelong glance. “Proof will come. And even if it doesn’t, what’s stopping me from slapping you? What’s wrong with hitting you just because I find you loathsome? If your conscience is guilty, then choke on it.”

Then she raised her hand toward the door. “Butler, lock the doors. Get all unrelated people out of my sight.”

The butler bowed and motioned politely for Matt to leave.

Matt’s hand trembled around his cane.

Helen was clever. She knew Matt wouldn’t dare tear the mask off now. He still needed the Hill Family. He still needed its power.

So today, he’d have to endure a glass of water thrown in his face, a slap across the cheek—and swallow it whole.

Matt bore the humiliation and left. Hannah didn’t even bother to glance at June before turning on her heel and walking away.

June and Ava were left stunned—shaken, afraid. Deep down, they both sensed it.

The sky over the Hill Family was about to change.

…

Once the unwelcome faces were gone, Helen rose to her feet. “Selina, and…” She turned her gaze to Logan. “You too. Come with me. I have something for you both.”

Helen was unlike most elders. Meeting Selina for the first time, she didn’t weep, didn’t clutch her hand, didn’t drown her in displays of longing.

She simply looked at Selina calmly—accepted, quietly, that this was her daughter’s child. Accepted, with the same stillness, that her own daughter would never come back.

Helen had been in a coma for thirty years. Her memory was frozen in the past.

When she closed her eyes, her husband was at her side, her children close by. She and Charles had been building the Hill Family together, watching it thrive. Their son and daughter were both bright and beautiful. She had everything, and she waited with a full heart for them to grow up.

But when she opened her eyes again, thirty years had vanished.

Her husband had been murdered. Her son had clawed his way back into the Hill Family after unthinkable hardships. Her daughter had died in a foreign land. Everything had changed.

To outsiders, thirty years was a lifetime. Victoria had been gone for nearly twenty. People would say enough time had passed; everyone should have accepted reality by now.

But for Helen, it had been no more than the blink of a sleep. Her daughter was alive when she closed her eyes—dead when she awoke.

What others needed decades to come to terms with, Helen had to force herself to accept in an instant. She didn’t wallow in grief, didn’t indulge in mourning. But when she looked at Selina, she couldn’t help but think of Victoria.

She had never seen her daughter grow up. Never known what Victoria would look like as a woman.

Would she have been like Selina?