The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 150 Bernard’s Diary

Tristan and Megan dropped the Shaw family off at their villa.

Staring at everything familiar around her, Megan felt a wave of nostalgia. This was the place she’d grown up, where all her childhood memories lived. Her fingers lightly brushed over the furniture, gliding across each surface like she was trying to etch it all deep into her mind one last time.

Tristan followed her in silence, keeping close.

When she stepped into her old room, the pink, girly decor hit her with a rush of emotion. She stood there, overwhelmed.

Tristan gently closed the door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning close to her ear. "You know, even if you’re not related by blood, their feelings for you won’t just disappear. Now you’ve got two parents and four brothers—how awesome is that?"

He paused for a beat before adding with a smirk, "Though those four brothers aren’t exactly that useful."

Megan couldn’t help but laugh. "Are you seriously jealous of my brothers now?"

Tristan planted a soft kiss on her neck. "No boys allowed near my girl."

She turned around to face him, looping her arms around his neck, her head tilted with a teasing smile. "What if I wanna get a pet?"

"Only if it’s a girl," he said without missing a beat.

That made her burst into laughter. "You’re such a child sometimes!"

Just then, the door flung open. Chloe barged in, her expression darkening at the sight of them flirting. Her tone was tight. "Megan, Tristan... Dad just collapsed."

In an instant, both Megan and Tristan rushed to Elliot’s room and helped him into the car for the hospital.

Sitting in the front seat, Megan glanced back at her dad, who was lying in Diane’s lap. Her eyes were full of worry. "I never thought Dad, who always seemed so healthy, would suddenly collapse like this."

Tristan gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "He’ll be okay. We’ll all get through this. It’ll clear up, eventually."

But Megan couldn’t help peeking at the black Bentley trailing behind them. She wondered if Chloe had seen their earlier moment and thought they didn’t care at all.

Chloe sat in the backseat, looking sulky and conflicted.

Kevin looked at her and asked gently, "What’s wrong?"

"I went to get Sis and Tristan earlier..." she mumbled, lowering her head. "They didn’t look upset at all. They were... being all lovey-dovey. Grandpa just passed away—how can they act like it’s nothing?"

Kevin frowned. "Chloe, I know them—they’re not like that. Don’t jump to conclusions."

Chloe’s face tightened in frustration. "So I imagined it all? I saw it, Kevin! You’re their friend, of course you’re gonna take their side."

Kevin knew how deeply Tristan cared about his people, and Megan too. If they weren’t showing any grief, maybe there was something else going on. Something they weren’t ready to talk about.

He paused, thinking, then reached out to ruffle her hair. "Kiddo, what you see isn’t always the whole story."

Chloe shoved his hand away. "Of course you’d defend them. You trust them completely."

That much was true—partly. But more than that, it was because he believed in them.

Kevin pulled his hand back, turning his eyes to the road. "Still, I trust them."

Chloe shot him a wounded look but didn’t say anything else. She turned to the window, staying quiet. Ever since Megan married Tristan, she felt like Megan had changed—distant, focused entirely on him, like her family didn’t matter anymore.

That thought stung. Tears silently slipped down her cheeks.Elliot broke down from grief and had to stay in the hospital for observation.

Tristan hired two caregivers to look after him and arranged four bodyguards to ensure his safety.

Inside the private ward, Megan was peeling an apple with a small knife.

Suddenly, her purse buzzed. Tristan reached in and pulled out her phone—it was an unknown number.

He answered and held the phone up to Megan’s ear.

Her hand paused mid-slice. "Hold on."

She quickly set aside the knife and apple, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, and turned to Diane. "Mom, something came up. I’ll come back and check on Dad once I take care of it."

Tristan took her hand and they left the room in a hurry.

Chloe watched them leave, bitterness etched all over her face. She walked over, picked up the half-peeled apple, and tossed it into the trash.

Diane frowned. "Chloe, what are you doing?"

Chloe huffed, "Dad’s already weak... it’s not like he’s gonna want to eat that."

Kevin understood what was really bothering her. He walked over, trying to calm her down. "Maybe tone it down a bit."

Chloe yanked her arm free and stormed out.

Kevin turned to Diane with an apologetic smile. "Aunt Diane, I’ll go check on her."

Diane sighed and shook her head, sensing Chloe had something against Megan but unsure why.

At the gates of the Dreamscape Manor, a thin man stood with an umbrella, glancing around nervously. When he heard the sound of a car gliding through puddles, he turned around.

The car stopped next to him and the window rolled down. Megan gave him a small nod. "Get in."

He looked down at his soaked shoes.

Megan smiled reassuringly. "It’s okay, hop in."

He nodded, then opened the back door and got in.

Noticing how his wet umbrella was dripping inside the car, he apologized repeatedly.

Tristan chuckled. "Don’t worry about it." That finally put the man at ease.

Once inside the villa, the man sat a little stiffly on the couch while Mrs. Jones handed him a cup of hot tea.

He took a sip, placed the cup down, and pulled a journal from an inner pocket of his coat. Holding it with both hands, he passed it to Megan.

"This was left for you by Mr. Bernard Shaw. He said it’s only for you if he ever passed away. No one else should see it. Lately, I had this weird feeling I was being followed, so I laid low for a few days. I’m sorry it took me this long to deliver it."

Tristan immediately called Cameron. His tone was flat. "Come to the villa."

After hanging up, he turned to the man. "You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll give you ten million to leave Verduria for good."

The man thanked him over and over, shocked by the generous reward for fulfilling his promise.

Half an hour later, Cameron came and took the man away.

Back in their room, Megan sat cross-legged on the bed, staring down at the journal with a coded lock.

She tapped in her own birthday—wrong.

Then it hit her: Amelia’s birthday. After all, that was her real birth date.

Click. The lock opened.

As soon as she flipped it open, she recognized Bernard’s bold handwriting.

"Megan, if you’re reading this, it means I’m already gone. I wrote this when I was sane—it’s the truth. I’m sorry. I made a terrible mistake. Of everyone in my life, you’re the one I owe the most."