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Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 259

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Chapter 259: Justice Speaks for Itself – A Turning Point in Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' by Bago_Bago_5587

In this chapter of Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle', Bago_Bago_5587 introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 259: Justice Speaks for Itself shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

Chapter 259: Justice Speaks for Itself

As soon as the words left his mouth, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the room.

Selina’s lamp... was the real one?

Then what did that make the Morris Family’s?

Kyle was the first to react, shouting, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Joe’s expression darkened. "Old Mr. Ford, the Morris Family respects your position, but this isn’t something you can say lightly. That Mercy Petal Lamp has been in our family for decades. I recall that ten years ago, you yourself appraised it and said it was authentic—did you not?"

Old Mr. Ford exchanged a look with Old Mr. Brooks, then sighed.

"Yes, ten years ago, I was less experienced and overlooked a critical detail. And it’s precisely that detail that proves authenticity."

Kyle gave a mocking laugh. "No need to make excuses, Old Mr. Ford. Are you saying the Morris Family’s collection loses to someone like Selina?"

Selina blinked.

Old Mr. Ford, as the president of the Antique Association, held significant authority. He met Kyle’s gaze firmly. "If you doubt it, Morris Junior, I can publicly share the entire appraisal process."

Without waiting for a response from the Morris Family, Old Mr. Ford walked toward the display table. The two lamps sat quietly on their velvet bases.

He bent slightly, pointing to one of the lamp’s brass petals. His tone was calm:

"Everyone, please look closely—this Mercy Petal Lamp features nine radiating petals, all smoothly curved. The brass is a tin-alloyed variety, showing slight oxidation. Estimated origin: mid-17th century."

The hall was silent, the only sound a faint camera click.

"We all know these early colonial ritual lamps, especially those with floral motifs, were handmade. But uniformity did not mean flawlessness."

He shifted to the second lamp—Selina’s.

"Now, this lamp has a slight irregularity in the third petal. Observe the angle here."

"This petal curves in more sharply, its edge subtly hooks inward. The engraving is inconsistent, and the brass is about 0.2 millimeters thinner."

Someone in the crowd frowned. "So... it’s defective?"

Old Mr. Ford shook his head, the faintest smile on his lips.

"No. That’s precisely what confirms it’s the original."

He straightened up, voice calm but resolute.

"Seventeenth-century craftsmanship didn’t involve molds. Even within a batch, every piece varied slightly. More importantly, these lamps weren’t made to be displayed—they were used in rituals, vigils, and even to receive a dying person’s final words."

"In one record I’ve studied about Plymouth ceremonial lamps, it mentioned ’the third of the original three had a flawed petal and was not used in the chapel, kept instead for private rites.’"

He added, voice cutting through the room: "The forgers missed this flaw. To them, the more ’perfect’ a replica looked, the more valuable it was. But to the craftsmen of that era—perfection meant it wasn’t real."

"Utter nonsense!" Kyle’s face was flushed. There was no way he could accept that his family’s prized heirloom was a fake—because it looked too good?

Old Mr. Brooks finally spoke. "Mr. Morris, feel free to bring in any other experts for a second opinion. Anyone with real credentials will be able to tell which of these lamps is authentic." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Old Mr. Ford nodded. "Yes. While the lamp Miss Angelica has is a replica, it’s still an old reproduction, at least three centuries old. It holds antique value."

Several other experts also nodded in agreement, confirming the truth behind Old Mr. Ford’s words.

At this point, there was little left to argue.

If both presidents of the Antique Association confirmed it—how could it still be fake?

"I thought the Morris Family was so aggressive earlier because they were confident their Mercy Petal Lamp was authentic!"

"Kyle kept looking down on Selina, but in the end... tsk, just goes to show it pays to be humble."

Angelica stumbled back a few steps.

A replica? A replica?!

She had been sure it was real, and now it was declared a mere reproduction?

How—how could that be? How could Selina’s lamp be the genuine one?!

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