Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: The Feeling of Having an Older Brother’s Support

The room fell silent.

Aaron’s smile vanished. "If you insist on using your so-called qualifications as a bargaining chip, then this conversation is meaningless."

"As everyone knows, my grandfather is Selina’s true elder. Tell me—" Aaron’s voice was phrased as a question, but carried no trace of doubt. "And you are... who, exactly?"

Charles, Aaron’s grandfather, was Selina’s legitimate elder. But Matt? What was he?

Bloodline? None. Matt was an adopted son, the child of the Hill Family’s chauffeur. He shared no blood with Charles, and therefore had no claim of kinship with Charles’s granddaughter.

Without blood ties, what right did Matt have to order Selina around and steal her room?

The air grew heavy, tension sharp as a blade. Matt’s face flushed a sickly green, veins bulging at his temples as he pressed his lips tight, barely restraining himself from exploding.

Aaron wasn’t even pretending anymore. Adopted son, adopted daughter—the phrase hung over Matt like a brand. So what if he wasn’t truly Hill Family? He had schemed and clawed his way into seizing their estate. Why should he give it back now?

Aaron chuckled. If Matt had taken the Hill Family by force, that was proof the family had once lost. But now that Aaron had reclaimed it, wasn’t that proof Matt had lost?

Victory belonged to the stronger hand. Aaron admitted their great-grandfather had misjudged Matt, causing the Hill Family’s collapse. But for Matt—who had left a trail of sins—to then flaunt the title of "elder" and use it to oppress Selina? That kind of hypocritical posturing disgusted him.

"Steward, have someone tear down the tea room and restore Selina’s chamber."

Then Aaron smiled faintly at Matt. "I’m sure you won’t object. Otherwise, if the news gets out, the consequences will be disastrous. You certainly won’t do something so reckless as to hurt Selina and ruin your own reputation—hurting others and yourself, right?"

Matt’s expression darkened further.

If this spread, he would be branded the "treacherous adopted son."

And worse, suspicion about Charles’s death had lingered for years. People had whispered, but with no proof. If Matt openly targeted Selina now...

He hadn’t expected Aaron to push back so forcefully. Jaw clenched, he gave a cold snort and stormed off.

Aaron’s tone softened as he turned to Selina. "For now, pick any room you like. Your chamber will be properly restored before the day is over."

Then he added, almost offhandedly, "Oh, and don’t forget about Ava’s new accommodations. Our Hill Family doesn’t mistreat adopted daughters. Since Ava likes the walk-in closet turned into a room, she can stay there from now on."

Ava nearly cracked a tooth from grinding it. She had thought her grandfather’s presence would shield her, that she could bluff her way out. But now—damn it, no! She couldn’t live in that place!

Aaron didn’t care in the slightest. He shoved her neatly into the small, gray room. "Convert Ava’s old bedroom into a tea room. If the old man wants tea, he can have it there."

"Yes, sir," the steward replied at once.

Selina almost applauded her cousin. What a beautiful move—Matt and Ava would both choke on rage.

Ava, frantic, blurted, "But I’m about to host an art exhibition! That little closet is too cramped, too stifling—"

"Wasn’t that your favorite room? Since you like it, you should live in it longer. Who knows, maybe the confinement will inspire even more creativity."

Aaron’s smile cut sharp. "Oh, and Ava—your exhibition funds? They come from the Hill Family. Don’t forget that."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify