Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Just a Bunch of Outsiders

Everyone’s gaze dropped to the floor—several sheets of printed chat logs.

——Clearly, Jeff had dug them up and ordered someone to print them out.

The moment Ava saw the transcripts, her face went pale in an instant!

Selina only skimmed over them with a glance, her brows arching slightly as her eyes landed on Ava.

…Was she stupid?

Not even a shred of Hannah’s cunning seemed to have rubbed off on her.

Even if she hated Selina, even if she didn’t want her back in the Hill Family… was this really something you could say out loud?

The records showed Ava gossiping with several of her so-called girlfriends:

[That country bumpkin is coming back. After being gone for so many years, why bother coming back? She’s just like that hateful woman back then!]

[Do you think we should teach that bumpkin a little lesson?]

[Ava, you’re the one the Hill Family poured all their resources into—how could that bumpkin ever compare to you? She probably already feels ashamed of herself, haha.]

[Exactly, what a joke. Ava, don’t worry. Aunt Hill and Grandpa Hill definitely care about you more. Do you really think that bumpkin can steal your place?]

Then came Ava’s own sugary voice message:

“But my brother will definitely feel sorry for her. You all know that for years now, in both my brother’s and the family head’s eyes, I’ve always been the well-behaved one. And my identity… sigh, anyway, I’ve come to realize that being too well-behaved only ever means one thing: being the one who swallows her grievances.”

[Right, right. Our Ava is so sensible. Sure, crying babies get the milk, but that bumpkin making such a fuss about returning to the Hill Family—what a pretentious little green tea act.]

[But you know how men are. The Hill family head and young master will probably dote on her endlessly.]

Ava: “I really don’t know what to do… My identity has always been awkward. If I’d known Selina was still alive, I would’ve left the Hill Family long ago. But now…”

[Ava, don’t overthink it!]

[Seriously, I just feel so bad for you. You’re amazing, but why doesn’t the Hill Family treasure you? Is blood really that important?]

[Ava, maybe think of a plan. You can’t just let that bumpkin trample all over you!]

[Honestly, put Ava and Selina side by side, anyone with eyes can see the night-and-day difference. Ava, Selina’s useless. Why not introduce her to a teacher, let her see the gap between you?]

Ava: “But wouldn’t that be too harsh? Selina grew up in the countryside. Sure, she has a decent education, but…”

[Come on, in our circle, no one cares about academics. Look at my dad’s assistant—top degree, but still working for my family.]

[Does Selina know illustration? Wine tasting? Music, chess, calligraphy, painting? All the things we’ve mastered—she definitely doesn’t.]

[Exactly. A bumpkin like her can only read books, not play the piano or paint!]

[Oh! Ava, aren’t you about to take a master as your teacher? When the time comes, just introduce Master Samuel to Selina. I’ve heard he’s very picky about students. Let him pick Selina apart—haha! Let her see that the Hill Family isn’t some place a bumpkin can come and go as she pleases!]

When the records reached that point, silence swallowed the room.

Everyone exchanged uneasy looks, their expressions tinged with disbelief—then, slowly, all eyes turned to Ava.

“And what’s this, then?” Jeff’s voice was like ice.

Ava’s face drained of all color. “I—I was just—”

“Just what?” Jeff cut her off, his expression dark. “The evidence is right here. Do you still want to deny it?”

“Ava, have I not told you before? I didn’t mind letting the Hill Family keep you around. We’re not lacking another mouth to feed. But Selina is the Hill Family’s true daughter!”

His words landed like a hammer.

“You have no ties to us—no blood, no lineage. Who gave you the audacity to slander her behind her back, to scheme again and again against the Hill Family’s rightful daughter?”

Ava’s body shook, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

But Jeff’s tone was final. “From today on, I will expel you from the Hill Family. You will no longer be one of us. Ava, the Hill Family has clothed you and fed you for years. We owe you nothing.”

“No… no, you can’t!” Ava froze, stunned as if she’d misheard.

Expel her? Cast her out of the Hill Family? Impossible!

She had claimed the title of “Hill Family’s young lady” for so many years—everyone already saw her as the Hill Family’s daughter. If she were cast out now, replaced completely by Selina, what would she be? A laughingstock. She’d die of shame!

Jeff saw her thoughts as clearly as if she’d spoken them aloud.

Worried about losing face? That’s what she was thinking at a time like this? Did she really take him for someone so easy to fool?

“No, Patriarch, please! Even if I made some mistakes, would you really drive me away for this?” Ava dropped to pleading. “I’ve been in the Hill Family for so many years. I’ve accompanied you all this time. Don’t you feel even a shred of affection for me? In your eyes, is it only blood that matters? Selina may be your blood, but am I not also family?”

Her words painted herself as pitiful, almost convincing if one didn’t know the truth.

But Jeff wasn’t just anyone. He knew the Hill Family’s history better than anyone—he was the head of the family, a man who had bided his time for years before returning for retribution. He wouldn’t be swayed by her act.

“Blood, you say?” Jeff’s tone was sharp, deliberate. “You ask if blood is all that matters in my eyes? That’s a good question, Ava. Tell me—who taught you to say that?”

His gaze slid over to Hannah. Her face went white, her throat tight with panic. But Jeff didn’t press her—he returned his eyes to Ava.

“You want to talk blood? Fine. Let’s debate.”

“You are Philip’s adopted daughter. You share no blood with the Hill Family. Philip is Matt’s son, but Matt himself was a child my grandfather Charles adopted. Matt also has no Hill blood.”

“From top to bottom, not a single one of you bears the Hill bloodline. And yet you’ve sat on the Hill Family’s wealth and power for thirty years. And now you dare say blood doesn’t matter?”

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Jeff’s words cut through the air, dragging every hidden truth into the open. Hannah’s face burned red, then white, humiliated before them all.

“So tell me,” Jeff’s voice was cold steel, “is it really that blood doesn’t matter? Or is it that you—outsiders with no claim to the Hill name—have used the excuse that ‘blood doesn’t matter’ to shamelessly seize the Hill Family’s inheritance?”

He turned his icy eyes on Hannah. “What do you say, Mrs. Hill?”

The crowd was stunned into silence.

Was Jeff wrong?

Hannah, Ava, Matt, Philip—what ties did they truly have to the Hill Family of City N?

It wasn’t like they could just storm in, steal the wealth, occupy the house, and drive out the true heirs, then brazenly declare themselves the rightful Hill Family!

A bunch of people with no blood ties had usurped the Hill Family’s fortune, and now they dared scold the real daughter: Why do you only care about blood? Even though we’re not related, since we like your family’s wealth, you’d better hand it over.

What kind of twisted logic was that?

Even if Ava could claim the title of “adopted daughter,” she was adopted by Matt. And Matt? He was nothing more than the driver’s son.

How could they occupy the Hill Family’s inheritance, and then still set themselves against the true heir?

What kind of reason could justify that?