The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 148 Brandon’s Call

The lab was dead quiet.

Tristan looked serious as he hung up the phone. He glanced at Megan, clearly struggling with what to say.

Taking her hand, he finally spoke. "Megan, there’s something I need to tell you."

Megan frowned deeper. "Is it about Grandpa? Don’t tell me the antidote didn’t work?"

She tried to keep her mind from going to darker places. "It’s okay. If it didn’t work, then... maybe surgery can still help."

Tristan’s voice was low but firm. "Megan, Grandpa is gone."

Her breath caught. For a long moment, she just stared at him. "What... happened?"

"He was injected with potassium cyanide. By the time they found him, he had no heartbeat, no pulse, his limbs were black..."

"I’m going to the hospital," she said and stood up, ready to leave.

He grabbed her, strong arms locking her in place. "Calm down."

Her body trembled uncontrollably. "How can I be calm? I don’t get it! First one death, then another... and there’s still no clue who’s behind any of this! Everyone says it’s the Sloane family, but that’s just speculation. Tristan, whoever’s doing this—everything revolves around me!"

Tristan wrapped her tightly in his arms. "Just give me a little more time. We’re almost there. That underground group, Soth, is linked to the real mastermind. I’m going after them myself."

"But you said you’d let the police handle it!" Megan looked up at him, her eyes brimming with worry. "I don’t want you breaking the law."

He knew full well how dangerous this game was. One misstep and the consequences could be serious. But things were getting out of control, and he couldn’t just sit and watch it spiral.

He rested his chin on her head. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Come on. Let’s go to the hospital."

The drive was silent. Megan stared blankly out the window, images of her childhood with Grandpa flashing through her mind.

Bernard had always doted on her. As a kid, he’d read her storybooks. When she got older, it was history and geography.

He was the one who first taught her how to play Go.

After he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, he started forgetting things—and people—including her.

Tears slid silently down her pale cheeks. Why is it that good people never get to live long? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Tristan squeezed her cold hand gently. "Megan, trust me. I’ll find out who did this."

At the hospital morgue, the room was packed. Elliot, Diane, and Chloe were all in tears, standing around the body covered in a white sheet.

Chloe turned when she heard the rush of footsteps, then ran into Megan’s arms. "Sis, Grandpa’s gone. He was just fine, and now he’s gone!"

Brandon adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "I’m sorry. Cyanide acts super fast, and the dose was high. We couldn’t save him."

Megan closed her eyes for a second, then walked up slowly, hands shaking as she lifted the sheet.

The face underneath was blackened, almost terrifying.

Tears welled up as her voice broke. "Grandpa, it’s me... Megan came to see you."

No matter what she said though, he’d never answer her again—not even, "Who are you?"

Outside the noisy morgue, a man in a white coat pushed his black-framed glasses up. With a twisted smile hidden under his mask, he turned and walked away.Since the body still needed to be examined, it was kept in the hospital morgue.

Elliot and the others were sent back to the Shaw family estate, but Megan refused to leave, standing silently in front of Bernard’s body.

Brandon grew anxious. "Tristan, get Megan out of here."

Her voice was cold and stubborn. "I’m not going. I want to be with Grandpa ’til the end."

Seeing she wasn’t budging, Brandon sighed, walked to the door, and peeked around cautiously before closing it gently.

He walked back to Bernard’s still body, pulled a syringe filled with a clear liquid from the pocket of his white coat.

Megan’s eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"To save him," Brandon said calmly.

"What?"

Megan watched, stunned, as the transparent liquid was injected into the lifeless-looking veins of her grandfather.

Within three seconds, Bernard suddenly let out a long breath. His cloudy eyes briefly opened, then shut again from exhaustion— but the slow rise and fall of his chest proved he was alive.

Brandon grabbed a blanket from the cabinet and spread it over Bernard.

Megan was speechless, thoroughly shaken. "What... what just happened?!"

She turned to Brandon, who gave Tristan a quick glance.

"You explain."

Megan turned to Tristan, suspicious. "You guys were in on this together?"

Tristan wrapped her in his arms. "We had to fake his death. If we didn’t put on a convincing show, the mastermind would never believe Bernard was really gone."

Megan watched her grandfather’s darkened skin slowly fade to a more natural tone. Her gaze shifted between the two men. "What else have you been hiding? What’s really going on here?"

Tristan looked her right in the eyes. "Last night, I got a call from Oliver. Megan, the truth is... you’re actually the real daughter of the Lewis family."

His words were steady, but they hit her like a tidal wave.

Brandon nodded, eyes gentle. "Which means, Megan... you’re my real sister."

"When did you find out?"

"That day you and Mom had the car accident," Brandon replied softly. "I took both your blood samples and ran a DNA test. The result came back parent-child relationship."

Megan frowned. "But didn’t you already search the gene database? Why didn’t I show up?"

Tristan answered, "Most likely it was tampered with."

Brandon nodded. "Exactly. Someone must’ve hidden the truth. I think Grandpa Shaw knew the real story. Otherwise, there’s no reason someone would try to poison him and make him lose his memory. I caught wind of several things back then too... That’s why I gave him a powerful antidote in advance. There are only two doses in the whole world."

He paused before continuing, "Once the poison is injected, the person looks dead— no heartbeat, no vitals. But if the revival shot is given within an hour, they come back."

Tristan added, "Around 5 a.m., a tall male doctor came in for rounds. We’d already tipped off the bodyguards not to act. They let him do his thing. As soon as he left, they informed me, and I contacted Brandon right away."

Megan jabbed a finger hard into Tristan’s toned chest. "You seriously kept something like this from me?"

Tristan gently held her thin shoulders. "I’m sorry. But if you didn’t react emotionally, they would’ve never believed Bernard had really died."