The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 164 Show The DNA Report

Mrs. Lewis walked in slowly, posture upright, dressed in a dark green velvet evening dress with an expensive cashmere shawl over her shoulders. Her fingers fiddled with a string of prayer beads as she leaned lightly on Amelia’s arm.

She had a faint smile on her lips, but the moment she saw Megan, that smile vanished. Her sharp, piercing eyes turned cold and unfriendly in an instant.

At the same time, Mr. Lewis made his way over, wearing a classic brown suit. "Tristan, Megan—you’re here."

Megan gave a small nod. "Grandpa."

Tristan greeted with a polite smile, "Grandpa."

Mr. Lewis immediately brightened up. Last time at the manor, Tristan had only called him ’Mr. Lewis’—now that he used ’Grandpa,’ it was clearly a warmer tone.

Mrs. Lewis’s grip on her prayer beads tightened as she quietly muttered, "I don’t get what’s gotten into all of you. Is she casting some kind of spell?"

Mr. Lewis gave her a side glance. "It’s Jason’s birthday today. Since you insisted on hosting it, try saying less."

Mrs. Lewis, who had always been spoiled and never contradicted by her husband, was not only startled but also visibly ticked off. The anger in her chest instantly surged.

Truth be told, Megan had no real fondness for this grandmother of hers. But for the sake of manners, she still smiled and nodded. "Hello, Grandma."

That one "Grandma" stuck in Mrs. Lewis’s throat like a thorn. This girl was doing it on purpose—she’d made it clear she couldn’t stand her, yet Megan still acted close. She scoffed. "Wasn’t I clear that day... Our family isn’t some open house for nobodies off the sidewalk.."

Zachary interjected, "Mom, maybe ease up a bit."

Mrs. Lewis’s eyes popped wide. First her husband tells her off, now her son’s doing it in front of everyone. Her fingers trembled as she took a deep breath, rage visibly boiling up. "Unbelievable."

Samuel casually sipped from a wine glass and added, "Grandma, Megan isn’t just some random person. She’s Tristan’s wife. She’s family."

"What?" Mrs. Lewis clutched her prayer beads tightly. "I never agreed to that."

Stella stepped next to Megan and gently grabbed her hand. "Mom, you’ve always run this house. But this time, I’m backing Megan. I want her to be my goddaughter."

Mrs. Lewis, usually graceful and composed, completely lost it when it came to Megan. She locked eyes with Stella angrily. "Not happening!"

A few guests nearby had already started glancing over—the Lewis family drama was clearly the evening’s main event. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Megan didn’t want to add to the embarrassment; after all, they were connected by blood. But strangely, Oliver and Brandon looked like they were enjoying the show, as if seeing things explode gave them satisfaction.

She gently patted Stella’s hand. "Mom, I already gave my gift to Jason. Tristan and I won’t stay long."

Stella frowned and shook her head.

Mrs. Lewis raised her chin smugly. "Finally showing some sense. But maybe watch what you call people—don’t force ties where none exist."

But Brandon, usually cool as ice, smiled warmly. "Who says we’re not connected?"

He took the mic Samuel handed him. "Good evening, everyone. Thank you for being here to celebrate Jason’s birthday. We also have a big announcement to make tonight."

With that, he pulled a folded sheet of paper from his suit pocket and held it up. It was a DNA test report.

He raised it for all to see. "Megan is, in fact, the long-lost daughter of the Lewis family."

Megan froze. She hadn’t expected the Lewis family to reveal her identity tonight.Stella’s eyes welled up with tears as she stared at her husband and sons, who clearly weren’t surprised. "You all knew, didn’t you? Why didn’t any of you tell me sooner?"

Megan reached out, gently gripping her shoulders before pulling her into a tight hug and whispering softly in her ear, "Mom."

"My baby... after all these years, I’ve finally found you..."

The whole scene was like a drama unfolding in real life. Mrs. Lewis stood frozen in shock. "No way... how could this be? Let me see that report! Amelia, go get it!"

Amelia slowly loosened her clenched fists, nails leaving red marks on her palms, and walked over to Brandon. "Grandma wants the DNA report."

He handed it to her. Her hands trembled the moment she saw the results—when was this even done? She had no clue... until her eyes caught the date. It was from the day she’d hired someone to hit Megan with a car.

Both Megan and Stella had been taken to the hospital. Brandon must’ve taken their blood then. Talk about karma coming full circle.

How ironic.

She didn’t even remember how she got over to Mrs. Lewis. As soon as she got close enough, the old lady snatched the paper from her and stared at it, eyes wide like saucers. She muttered to herself, "No... this can’t be real..."

Brandon let out a snort, full of sarcasm. "What? Are you saying my test isn’t reliable, or are you accusing us all of lying to you?"

"We’ve been searching for years and found nothing. Why now, all of a sudden?"

He tilted his chin toward Amelia. "Maybe you should ask her that question."

Just then, Oliver’s assistant handed Mrs. Lewis a stack of photos.

"You don’t need me to spell it out, right?" Brandon adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "We’ve been cross-checking the whole gene bank for years and tested every possible girl—including Megan. But someone kept messing things up... which is why we never found her before."

Mrs. Lewis looked down and froze at a photo of a woman in scrubs, slumped against a wall. Her voice cracked, "Is that you?"

"Grandma..." Amelia bit her lip hard, tears falling. "I... I was wrong..."

She didn’t dare say more. Anyone with eyes could tell—that was her in the photo.

Why were they all so ruthless now? Not one of them cared about the years they’d spent together.

Jason stepped forward, tilting his head with a mocking smile. "Feeling bitter, huh? But the moment you hired someone to kill them, whatever family ties we had—gone. You ended them yourself."

"What?" Mrs. Lewis was stunned. "Hired to kill?!"

Oliver chimed in, "Yeah... that car accident involving Mom and Megan."

"I didn’t! It wasn’t me!" Amelia tried to deny it, but her voice had lost all strength.

Samuel smirked, "Still playing dumb? Think prison food might refresh your memory."

Guests at Jason’s birthday party felt like they had front-row seats to a major scandal.

"So Amelia isn’t even the real daughter of the Lewis family? That’s wild. Guess the family kept it under wraps all these years out of kindness."

"Yeah, and she seriously overstepped. Blocking someone from finding their real mom? That’s messed up."

"And planning murder on top of that? She’s got some real issues."

"If Megan’s the real Lewis daughter... does that mean Amelia belongs to the Shaws or something?"

...

Everyone was talking, the room bursting with noise and speculation.

Just then, a man and woman pushed an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair toward the crowd.