CHAPTER 484: A SIMILAR FATE

This must have been the scene when Logan first returned to the Reid Family.

There had never been any clear word from the outside about exactly when Logan was officially acknowledged by the Reids. For the longest time, there were only two "Reid young masters" — Owen and Luke.

Luke had always been dismissed as the spoiled heir, so all the praise, all the admiration, naturally went to Owen.

As for Logan...

Before he stunned everyone at eighteen and seized control of Reid Group with lightning speed — had anyone even heard the name Logan?

Amelia’s rage only grew, her voice sharp as broken glass. She grabbed a whip and lashed it brutally across the boy’s back.

"I told you to come back! I told you to come back! When they threw you away, you should have died out there — do you even understand that?! We already have Owen! Why did you come back?! Do you want to replace him?!"

The young Logan’s voice stayed cool, detached.

"I never wanted to replace anyone."

"Kneel!" Amelia shrieked, losing all composure. She motioned to two bodyguards, who forced the boy down and clamped their hands around his throat.

Because of years of blood extractions and the toll it had taken on his body, Logan was too weak to resist the two hulking men.

The sound of blows and curses rang out louder and louder — until half an hour later, someone finally offered a token protest.

"Madam, take it easy. Don’t kill him."

"Yeah," another murmured, "if he dies, how will we explain it to Grandma Perry? Young Master Logan’s just been brought back..."

"Don’t call him Young Master — he’s a bastard! The only Reid heir is Owen!"

Amelia stormed off in fury, still yelling as she left.

"Why couldn’t he just die out there?! I don’t want some illegitimate brat for a son! Wouldn’t it be better if Owen completely replaced him? The Reid Family only needs one heir — and Owen can take his whole life!"

The servants and bodyguards all chimed in, a faceless mob, echoing Amelia as they left — leaving Logan sprawled on the floor, unmoving.

Not a single one of them checked if he was breathing.

Not a single one thought to call a doctor.

When the last footsteps faded, the fifteen-year-old boy finally hid the sharp light in his eyes.

Piece by piece, he pushed himself up, and walked back toward his quarters.

The Reids had given Logan the most remote courtyard, a nameless corner of the estate.

Logan simply called it the small building.

He returned to that building, pulled out cheap ointment, and smeared it over his wounds — not even flinching as the sting hit raw flesh.

At that moment, the young Logan seemed to sense something.

His eyes snapped up — sharp as blades, cutting straight through her.

And then, in an instant, the scene shifted.

The boy was still fifteen, still impossibly calm, standing in the grand hall.

In front of him sat Grandpa Reid, Old Mrs. Reid, Daniel, Amelia — and Owen.

"Logan," Grandpa Reid said, his tone heavy with favoritism, "how could you throw Owen out of his room — and even steal his things? I told you before, you and Owen are both children of this family. Yes, Owen is adopted, but he’s lived here for ten years. Why do you insist on taking his room?"

Owen, all false sweetness, spoke up softly:

"Big Brother is the real son. He told me everything I have should really belong to him — including my room and my watch."

"But the room was one Mom and Dad picked just for me, and the watch was a birthday gift from Mom last year. What do those have to do with Big Brother?"

Daniel, pretending fairness, chimed in:

"Logan, Owen’s right. We Reids won’t mistreat either of you, but you can’t just take Owen’s things. How about this — give the room and the watch back to Owen, and apologize to him in front of everyone."

Logan’s tone stayed flat, almost too calm.

"I’ve never set foot in Owen’s room. How could I ’take it’? As for the watch — I’ve never seen it."

"Still lying?!"

Amelia slammed the table with a crack, screaming, "You didn’t steal, you didn’t take — then why is Owen’s watch missing? Are you saying Owen would lie to me?!"

"Someone drag him down to the confinement room! Don’t let him out until he admits his mistake!"

Amelia gritted her teeth.

"Starve him for three days first. Let’s see if he still dares to keep this up! He’s gotten bold—daring to challenge Owen!"

The butler holding Logan sneered with a mocking tone.

"Young Master Logan, people just have to accept their fate. Young Master Owen is the true future of the Reid Family. You were born unlucky—it’s only natural you’ll be replaced by him for life. Don’t you agree?"

...

Selina’s head throbbed painfully.

Born unlucky—so you deserve to have your life replaced by Owen?

That was how they treated her mother.

That was how they treated Anna.

That was how they treated Logan.

And now there’s an imposter trying to take her place, too.

The Reid Family had treated Logan this way before, and they were still doing it now.

Not only did they bring in an imposter, they were also scheming to steal away the company he had poured his heart into.

...

"Selina, how do you feel?"

A worried voice cut through her haze of pain, pulling her back to reality.

Selina slowly opened her eyes, blinking up at the room’s ceiling lights—and the IV drip hanging nearby.

Gavin let out a breath of relief.

"You’re awake. Thank god. Second Brother’s been worried sick—we’ve all been taking turns watching over you... hey, don’t move! Your face is wrapped in bandages."

No wonder Selina had felt an itchy sensation on her skin.

Because of the bandages, speaking wasn’t easy, and her words came slow.

"What time is it?"

Gavin coughed lightly.

"It’s been three days. You’ve been asleep that long—I thought something happened! But Second Brother checked on you and said you were just sleeping, so we gave you IV fluids and glucose."

Selina suddenly thought of something.

"The shareholders’ meeting..."

Gavin turned his face away.

Damien, standing nearby, sighed and answered instead.

"They moved it up. They decided to hold it in three days. And right now, the public... the rumors aren’t good. You shouldn’t look at them for now."

Rumors weren’t good?

How bad could they be?

Selina didn’t even have to think about it—Amelia had surely cooked up a list of false accusations to pin on Logan.

"And about you taking that pill," Damien said solemnly, "we didn’t tell Logan."

"We don’t know the effects yet. We can’t guarantee it’ll restore your face, so we couldn’t just tell him. He’s already under siege, hasn’t slept in days—but he still calls three times every day."

"These past three days, I answered his calls. From now on, you should take them yourself. Say what you need to say, but think carefully before you do."

Selina nodded, took a deep breath, and unlocked her phone.

The first thing she saw was a video.

Reporters had swarmed Reid Group’s headquarters, ambushing Logan. Without his consent, they shoved cameras and microphones in his face.

"Mr. Reid, you know you’re illegitimate—so why have you repeatedly schemed against Owen?"

"Owen is Anna’s biological son. Did you know about this?"

"Did you injure Owen yourself? Are you abusing your power—repaying kindness with cruelty?"

"Mrs. Reid personally accused you of embezzlement, claiming you cheated. The Morris Family is backing her divorce. Do you have anything to say in your defense, Mr. Reid?"

"Do you feel any guilt toward the Reid Family? They raised you—yet you’ve almost destroyed them. Do you even know how to spell ingrate, Mr. Reid?"

Each question cut like a knife across Logan’s skin.

Even as Jack struggled to block them, the reporters were relentless.

Selina’s chest ached just watching the video—

But Logan faced every one of those venom-laced accusations head-on.