The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 110 Ready to Initiate Operation Human Reproduction

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Ready to Initiate Operation Human Reproduction

All three of them looked over at the hospital room door. An elderly man with silver hair and a walking cane stood there, a robotic dog, Nova Tech, perched on his shoulder.

It was Geoffrey Reid.

Tristan quickly moved to support him.

At the same time, Nova Tech leapt off, ran up to Megan, and landed right into her arms.

"You came too?"

Nova Tech replied matter-of-factly, "That third wheel insisted on coming to the hospital. I wasn’t about to let him go alone."

But then it caught a glimpse of Tristan’s deadly glare and instantly zipped its mouth shut.

Geoffrey gave a light thud with his dragon-headed cane. "Useless mutt."

Megan raised an eyebrow. The way they all talked and used nicknames felt so familiar—it sounded like Geoffrey had been completely corrupted by Zeta Prime and Nova Tech at this point.

Tristan chuckled. "Grandpa, what brings you here?"

The old man sat himself down. "Nathan’s getting discharged today. I figured you two were planning to bring him back to the estate. But let’s be honest, I’m old, half-deaf, and my eyes don’t work that well. Nathan, on the other hand, might see or hear something he shouldn’t. So I’m planning to head back to the old house with your father instead."

Nova Tech muttered under its breath, "This old guy just wants great-grandkids already."

Megan’s cheeks flushed as she quickly shoved Nova Tech into her backpack.

Geoffrey turned to Nathan. "You’ll come with me to see Bernard in a bit. Let those two head back to the manor."

Nathan nodded. "Alright."

Tristan and Megan could tell the old man had made up his mind, so they left the hospital without another word.

Meanwhile, Geoffrey and Nathan headed down to Bernard’s room.

Nathan pushed the door open. Geoffrey walked in, cane tapping softly on the floor.

Bernard blinked, clearly confused at first. "And you would be?"

Geoffrey chuckled, "It’s your old chess buddy, Geoffrey!"

Bernard squinted as if trying to remember, but his mind must’ve been using an eraser lately—whatever memory remained about Geoffrey was already wiped clean.

Geoffrey settled next to Bernard’s bed, prompting Bernard to yank the thin blanket all the way up to his shoulders.

Geoffrey frowned. "What are you doing?"

Bernard eyed him suspiciously. "Making sure you’re not up to anything shady!"

Geoffrey’s jaw twitched. "With a mug like yours? You think I’m after you?"

Bernard snorted, "With that sleazy look on your face, who knows what weird hobbies you got hiding?"

"Seriously?" said Geoffrey, speechless.

Off to the side, Nathan bit back a laugh. Some things never changed—two old men, same ridiculous banter.

♥

In a dim, cramped jail cell, faint shuffling sounds echoed off the cold walls.

A woman with matted hair barely reacted—the kind of numb that comes from too many days in a place like this. She eyed the small, furry creature crawling up her ankle like it was nothing.

Suddenly, lightning-fast, she reached down and gripped it with both hands.

Its desperate squeaking quickly turned into silence—the quiet music of death. Her fingers tightened, veins bulging on the back of her hands.

After a few tense seconds, the thing stopped squirming.

With a snap of her wrist, she flung its body at the wall, leaving a dark streak behind.

"When do we get out of here?"

At those words, she let her eyes drift to the man slumped opposite her, laughed softly, and replied, "You should be asking if we’re gonna die in here first."

His chest rose with anger. "If you hadn’t gotten greedy back then, we wouldn’t be rotting in this hellhole now!"The woman snapped, her emotions hitting the ceiling. "Greedy? You think I was greedy? If I hadn’t done that, would our daughter have had a shot at happiness? Could you have given her a decent life? Not in this lifetime! I’d die for her if that’s what it takes!"

"Oh, how noble of you!" the man retorted, voice thick with sarcasm. "And look where we are now. Just waiting around to kick the bucket."

The woman turned her head sharply. "Oh please! You think we’d be any safer out there? Don’t forget it was you who choked that baby to death!"

The man’s eyes widened, staring straight at her. "Karma. That’s what this is. Every night I see that baby’s bruised little face in my dreams."

The woman let out a laugh, dry and sharp. "One day, when our daughter finds out what’s become of us, she’ll come for us."

The man scoffed. "If she knew people like us were her parents, you really think she’d want anything to do with us?"

"Of course she would." The woman’s voice brimmed with certainty. "She’s our flesh and blood. Why would she turn her back on us?"

The man sneered, though not as confident. "Let’s hope you’re right."

Right then, the heavy door creaked open. The two of them looked up in unison. A pair of spotless leather shoes stepped into the foul-smelling cell.

A man in a tailored suit entered, a pristine white handkerchief covering his nose and mouth. "Your daughter sent me. Things aren’t going well for her. I’m here to get you out. I hope you’ll understand."

The woman shot to her feet, her voice trembling with excitement. "I knew it! I knew she’d come for us! Who are you?"

The man nodded politely. "Karl Freeman."

The man in the cell struggled to stand, disbelief etched on his face. "Is it really her?"

Karl offered a calm smile. "Absolutely. Now, shall we?"

They were led to a luxurious villa far from the city—a complete contrast to the cell they came from. Clean and cozy, the house was filled with expensive decor: antiques, oil paintings, lush carpets... every corner screamed wealth.

The woman’s eyes lit up. "Did our daughter get us this place?"

Karl’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes. Despite what she’s going through, she still thinks of you."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Who locked us up in the first place? Why is she struggling if she has the power to send someone like you?"

Karl sat down comfortably. "The Shaws. Seems they stumbled upon the truth of what happened back then."

Darkness washed over the man’s face. He muttered under his breath, "They found out I killed that baby?"

Karl nodded slowly. "You took their child. You didn’t think they’d let your daughter live in peace, did you?"

The man’s hands clenched into fists. "Then what do we do now?"

Karl’s smile never faltered. "Would you be willing to do whatever it takes for your daughter?"

They nodded in unison. "Yes."

Karl’s smile deepened. "Good."

At Dreamscape Manor, Tristan and Megan were in the middle of a candlelight dinner.

He passed her a neatly cut steak. "Eat more."

Megan chuckled. "You really left the old family chef at the manor? Isn’t that kinda stealing?"

Tristan propped an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Keeping him at the old house would be a waste. They have no taste in food."

She speared a piece of meat and held it to his lips. "Why’re you not eating? Not hungry?"

"Starving." Tristan’s grin turned wolfish. "Saving my appetite... for dessert."

Megan nudged his ribs with her elbow. "Quit dodging. It’ll be cold by then."

"So?" He leaned in, breath ghosting her ear. "I like my meat... well done."

"Tristan!" Her neck flushed crimson. "The steak is right here!"

"Exactly." In one motion he stood, swung her over his shoulder, and smacked her thigh. "Talk’s cheap. Time for tasting."

As he carried her out of the dining room toward the stairs, Zeta Prime appeared right on cue.

Startled, the robot covered its head and darted off. "Zeta Prime apologizes. Failed to detect high emotional and physical sync. Ready to initiate Operation Human Reproduction!"

Tristan: "..."

Megan : "..."