CHAPTER 467: WHO WILL HE DEFEND?

The room fell silent.

Everyone was waiting for Logan to speak.

They seemed convinced that Selina was the other woman, a homewrecker trying to steal Mr. Reid.

And the imposter—who was nothing—stood on a moral high ground, using that stolen face to push the real Mrs. Reid into the dirt.

One second.

Two seconds.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Logan’s eyes were locked on Selina’s. He didn’t say a word for two full minutes.

The imposter began to panic. She swallowed hard, sensing something was off. With a pitiful little cry, she clung to his arm, "Logan, say something..."

"I’d like to know, too. What will Mr. Reid say?"

A new voice cut through the tension. Everyone turned—

It was Jacob.

No one had noticed him standing just behind "Sophia." With a slight smile, he stepped forward. "Logan, ’Mrs. Reid’ is waiting for you to speak. Why so quiet?"

Joe’s face eased a bit when he saw Jacob wasn’t defending Sophia. "My daughter was humiliated. We’re not letting this slide, Mr. Reid. Either you promise never to see Miss Carter again—or you have Miss Carter apologize."

"Selina," Jacob suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"No one recognizes you. Joe—the father who claimed to love and protect you—looked right at you and didn’t even hesitate. Not a flicker of doubt."

"He accepted that fake like it was nothing. And now? He’s demanding you apologize to a fraud. Hurts, doesn’t it?"

Selina narrowed her eyes. "And who do I have to thank for all this?"

Jacob smiled innocently. "I’m just helping you see the truth about the people around you."

"Why don’t you guess—what will Logan do?"

"Will he stand by the imposter, or will he stand by you?"

"Oh... right now, we still don’t know if Logan recognized you. Your face is nothing like it used to be. Even if he senses something... he might not be sure."

"So tell me—what’s he going to do? Defend a woman he’s not sure about, or protect the public image of ’Mrs. Reid’ and maintain his own spotless reputation?"

Selina’s hands clenched into tight fists.

She didn’t want to see this. She didn’t want to hear it.

She could admit it now—she was scared.

Scared Logan would defend someone else. Even if that someone else was just wearing her name.

Jacob’s voice was like poison, soft and cutting. "Think positively—maybe Logan’s just stuck. If he sides with you in front of all these people, it confirms the rumors of an affair. He’d drag you down with him."

"Such a shame. You’re legally married, yet this is what it’s come to."

"Selina, let it go."

She turned away, refusing to listen to him any longer.

But Jacob wasn’t the only one thinking this way. Everyone there believed Logan would stand by the woman they thought was his wife.

Logan’s fingers tapped once, twice, then stilled. He slowly looked up.

Everyone knew—he was about to speak. The whole room went quiet.

The imposter’s smile returned.

Selina lowered her eyes. Ice crawled up her spine. Her whole body felt cold.

Jacob’s trap was working.

He was showing her exactly what it looked like when Logan had "another Selina" at his side.

They were standing face-to-face—

And still, they were strangers.

The pain was sharp and relentless, like being sliced open in front of a crowd.

She took a shaky breath, ready to turn away.

She didn’t want to see the rest.

She just wanted to disappear.

"Doesn’t the Carter Family banquet hall have surveillance cameras?"

Logan’s calm voice cut through the silence, catching everyone off guard.

"If Miss Carter really spilled the wine, the footage will make that very clear."

When he said "Miss Carter," there was something in his tone—soft, husky, almost like a lover’s murmur. Subtle, but unmistakable to those who really listened.

Check the surveillance?!

Everyone froze, shocked that Logan would even suggest it—especially with "Mrs. Reid" already in tears.

"Logan, what’s that supposed to mean?" Joe scowled. "Selina’s crying, and if Miss Carter wasn’t at fault, then why was she the one who ended up with wine all over her? Are you saying Selina ran into it on purpose?"

The imposter bit her lip, playing the wounded wife. "Logan... you don’t believe me? You always believed me. Why does that change when it comes to Miss Carter?"

"This is the Carter Family’s event," Logan interrupted, voice flat. He sounded neutral to everyone else—but Selina could hear the cold edge in it, the chill in the way he addressed the imposter.

"If Miss Carter really caused trouble, then video evidence would only make the case stronger, wouldn’t it?"

He glanced at the imposter, eyes narrowing with a look that wasn’t quite a smile. "Selina, you always believed in facts. If you want an apology, go pull the surveillance footage. Jacob’s right here—he can help."

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. "Logan, are you sure?"

Logan responded slowly, as if it was all just common sense. "I suppose most people here don’t know Selina’s personality. If Miss Carter were to apologize now, and it turned out later that Selina made a mistake... she’d feel deeply guilty."

"I don’t want my wife regretting anything," he added, then turned toward the imposter. "So it’s better to know the truth first. Don’t you agree, Selina?"

He said her name with such icy detachment, it couldn’t have been clearer—Logan had no affection for this woman.

The imposter froze, her voice rising a little with panic. "There’s no need! I—Maybe I made a mistake earlier. Miss Carter probably didn’t mean it. She was just passing by, it must’ve been an accident. There’s no need for an apology..."

The guests exchanged puzzled glances—no one had expected that twist.

Still, if Mrs. Reid herself said to let it go, what else could they do?

"Logan, I suddenly don’t feel well," the imposter whined, seizing the moment. "Can you carry me upstairs?"

The crowd stepped back.

"If Mrs. Reid isn’t feeling well, maybe she should rest."

Joe, realizing he’d misjudged things, was eager to change the subject. "Mr. Reid, I’ll leave Selina to you. Please, help her upstairs."

The imposter threw a quick look at Selina.

She was certain Logan would carry her—after all, she had stolen everything: her name, her title, her husband.

What could Selina do about it? Get mad? Pathetic.

"Well then," Jacob said with a smile, clearly enjoying the show. "Let’s not bother Mr. and Mrs. Reid any further. Sophia, shall we dance?"

Selina’s lips pressed into a tight line, her chest full of unspeakable anger and heartache.

She knew the imposter was doing it on purpose.

She knew Jacob was too.

But she was powerless.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Selina turned to leave—

But a hand caught her wrist.

Logan’s voice was calm. Effortless.

"Jacob, my apologies. Miss Carter’s dance partner... is me."