The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 153 Who’d Be Next?

She never imagined their next meeting would come under such cruel circumstances. Megan stood there, trembling all over, struggling to understand—why did this have to happen?

Over the phone, Chloe had told her that Diane had been planning to head home to make some soup for Elliot. She was leaving the hospital with two bodyguards. One had gone to fetch the car, while the other waited with her. Then, out of nowhere, a speeding car came barreling toward them. The bodyguard shoved Diane out of the way, taking the hit himself and getting thrown into the air. But the car didn’t stop—it turned and aimed right at Diane, slamming into her and crushing her head as it ran over her.

The bodyguard lost consciousness. Diane died then and there.

Chloe stood up, seizing Megan’s shoulders tightly. "You didn’t even cry when Grandpa died. What, are you not sad now that Mom’s gone either?"

Megan couldn’t tell her that Grandpa was actually still alive. She had no choice but to accept Chloe’s anger.

"Chloe, it’s not like what you think—"

"I don’t want to hear it! I don’t care!" Chloe covered her ears, her voice shaking. "Ever since you came back, I got kidnapped, Molly died, Grandpa’s gone, now Mom’s dead too. You’re nothing but a walking curse!"

She shoved Megan hard. "Just go! Get out of our lives!"

Tristan stepped forward, pulling Megan behind him, his voice chilling but steady. "Megan never owed the Shaw family a damn thing."

Maybe it was the cold bite in his tone, but Chloe was momentarily stunned.

She turned away. "I don’t want to see either of you. Just leave!"

Tristan gently wrapped his arms around Megan’s frail frame and led her out of the ER.

Holding her by the shoulders, he said softly, "None of this is your fault, you hear me?"

Megan shook her head hard, tears in her eyes. "Too much has happened... How can it have nothing to do with me? I called her ’Mom’ for twenty years. No matter what, I have to see her off."

Back inside, Kevin grabbed Chloe’s shoulders. "Your dad’s in a coma after all this stress. Is now really the time to fight with Megan?"

Chloe bit her lip stubbornly, saying nothing.

Since the ER couldn’t keep the body, staff began moving Diane’s remains to the morgue.

Seeing Megan following closely behind, Chloe didn’t say another word.Inside the morgue, Megan and Chloe were holding towels and a bottle of white liquor, quietly wiping down Diane’s cold body.

Megan choked up, her voice soft and shaky. "Mom... don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to Chloe. Even if it costs me everything, I’ll keep her safe."

Chloe stared at her with a look that could cut glass. "So who’s next, huh? Me or Dad?"

Megan’s hand froze mid-air. She looked up at her, eyes full of pain. "Just trust me, okay? I won’t let anything else happen."

"Get out."

Megan gave Diane’s cold, lifeless hand one last squeeze, then turned and walked out in silence.

Those hands once held her warmly, styled her hair—badly, but lovingly, warmed her frozen fingers in winter, cooked her the best meals she ever had. Now, they lay still, icy and lifeless—nothing left.

She stumbled out of the room like her soul had been torn apart, leaning heavily against the blindingly white wall before slowly sliding down to the floor, sitting there like her whole world had caved in.

Outside the morgue, Tristan and Kevin were standing around, smoke curling from their cigarettes.

Kevin gave Tristan a hard look through the haze. "You guys are hiding something, right?"

Tristan flicked his cigarette, ember flaring red as he snuffed it out with his fingers and tossed it into the bin. His tone was low and grim. "Megan isn’t really a Shaw. Mr. Shaw swapped her at birth. She’s actually from the Lewis family."

Kevin froze, stunned speechless. All the tragedies—the car crash, the coma, all of it—it wasn’t random. Someone had been pulling strings to keep this buried.

It all pointed back to Mr. Bernard Shaw. If he was behind this... then Megan was just a scapegoat.

Kevin broke into a cold sweat. Who’d be next? Bernard? Or Chloe? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Tristan gave him a sharp look. "Keep your girl in check. Don’t let her cause any more drama."

Without another word, he strode back into the morgue. There in the hallway, he spotted Megan curled up on the floor, face buried in her knees.

He crouched down, slid one arm around her waist and the other under her legs, gently lifting her into his arms. "Let’s go home."

Megan shook her head. "I want to see Dad."

"He’s in the ICU. You won’t be able to get in. The doctors say he had a stroke from the shock. I’ll drop you home, then go to the station to talk to the driver."