The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 173 Remove The Sorcery Worm

Karl lowered his deep, dark eyes before turning to face his furious grandfather. "Grandpa, I’ve never asked you for anything in my life. Whatever you want me to do, I’m in— except this. I’ll never hurt Megan."

He rose to his feet slowly, skin torn and bloody, with sorcery worms clinging to his wounds. Each time the whip lashed down, the worms would burrow deep to escape, and now, sensing safety, they came out again and started feeding greedily on his blood.

Clenching his fists with a sharp snap, Karl shook them off, the worms dropping like they were fleeing a fire.

A second later, a silver sorcery worm emerged from the red mole near his wrist. It spread its translucent wings, devouring every last one of the wriggling things.

The old man was stunned into silence. "You... when did you master the Sorcery Worm King?"

Karl’s voice was hoarse, with a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. "With this experiment body of mine, it’s only natural. I guess we both know who I have to thank for that."

His smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, serious stare. "Grandpa, this is the first and last time I’ll beg you. If you insist on going down this road, I won’t hold back."

He raised his wrist, letting the silver sorcery wormfly right back into the mole.

A nod to the old man, and Karl turned to leave.

Keith scrambled to his feet, chasing after Karl’s unsteady steps.

Back in the bedroom, Keith opened the med kit and started treating Karl’s injuries, stitching deeper cuts where needed.

"Boss, these are gonna scar, no doubt about it."

Karl didn’t ask for anesthesia during the stitches— there was just too much damage, and honestly, he wanted the pain. Sharp physical pain had a way of numbing the heartache.

He chuckled. "A few scars won’t kill me. Not like she’ll ever see them, anyway."

Keith glanced at him. "Miss Shaw asked me to pass on a message. She’s been really worried."

A flicker of light returned to Karl’s eyes. "What did she say?"

Keith leaned in close and repeated what Megan had told him back in the secret tunnel.

The look in Karl’s eyes darkened gradually. He’d had doubts before but had never dared to cross that final line. That man was still family— crossing that line might mean he’d have no one left.

After a long pause, Karl squinted a little, mischievous smile returning to his lips. "Get a strand of his hair for me."

Job done, and wounds neatly stitched up, Karl walked to the window and stared up at the silver moon. He wondered if she was doing okay. Hopefully happy.

Meanwhile, Megan, very much in bliss, had just arrived at the Dreamscape Manor.

As soon as Tristan opened the car door, he pulled her into a tight embrace, like if he let go, she’d vanish into thin air.

He carried her to the bedroom carefully and laid her down gently. "Are you hurting anywhere? Feeling off?"

Megan cupped his gaunt face with both hands, shook her head. "I’m fine. Karl fed me well, way too well actually. I got rounder. But you... you’ve lost so much weight."

Suddenly remembering something, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small vial with a fat black sorcery worm inside.

"This is the sorcery worm queen. Make a small cut on your arm, and the baby sorcery wormin you will find its way to her on its own. That’ll clear your poison."

Tristan looked genuinely surprised. "He’s really letting me off that easy? What about the Lover’s Link sorcery worm? If one day something happens to me, fine, but I won’t drag you down with me."Megan reached out and gently touched his face. "Karl isn’t a bad person deep down, he’s just been holding onto too much hate. He let me go, and he really meant it when he said he’d remove the sorcery worm for you. But... this type of heart-linked sorcery worm has no cure. I’m ready to face life or death with you. If something happens to you, I’m not going to keep living either."

"You silly girl," Tristan murmured, his fingers lightly resting on her belly. "You’re a mom now—you’ve got a little one to take care of."

"I know," she whispered. Then she stood up, walked into the closet, and came back with the first aid kit. She carefully used a scalpel to make a small cut on his arm.

Tristan’s brows drew together slightly, his breathing a little uneven.

A lump formed under the skin of his arm where the veins were more obvious—it squirmed slowly toward the cut, then wriggled right out.

Without hesitation, Megan smashed the bloody sorcery worm with the prepped petri dish, killing it on the spot. The one inside the jar burst at almost the same moment.

"You’re safe now. That thing won’t hurt you anymore," she said, eyes welling up in relief.

Tristan reached up to gently wipe her tears away. "Don’t cry. If you hadn’t planted that heart sorcery worm, I would’ve worried that my death might somehow harm you too. I swore I’d never let Karl take you from me."

Megan clasped his hand and pressed it against her cheek. "We’re not going to be apart again. Not even death can split us up. You’re my world. Now let me put a bandage on."

Tristan sat still while she dressed the wound, his eyes locked on her face, soft but intense.

"Tomorrow I’m taking you for a checkup," he said. "Then we’ll get your favorite foods. The whole Shaw family’s coming to Dreamscape Manor for lunch—I bet you miss them."

"Okay," she said with a smile.

Once Megan finished tending to him, Tristan headed into the bathroom to start the bath.

He came back, scooped her up, and carried her inside, helping her out of her clothes layer by layer.

She turned shyly to the side, but he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I heard it’s okay after three months. I’ll behave—I just want to hold you."

His lips grazed the curve of her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses. His breath was warm against her ear, her fair skin tinged with pink. "I missed you so much, Meg."

He gently turned her face and kissed her deeply.

Steam filled the bathroom, masking everything but the sound of water and breath.

After a while, he finally let her go and eased her into the tub. "I looked it up—pregnant women shouldn’t soak too long. Ten minutes max."

Trying to calm himself, he swallowed hard as his Adam’s apple bobbed. "I’ll go grab a quick shower in the guest room."

Watching him struggle to hold back, Megan burst into giggles. This man was really torturing himself.

She waved at him, standing up in the tub. "Babe, come here."

Tristan obediently stepped closer, avoiding eye contact like his life depended on it, afraid one glance would set him off.

Her small hand trailed down the firm lines of his chest to his abs.

She whispered, "Let me help you."

Under the moonlight, Megan lay in bed completely still, not even the strength to wiggle her fingers.

Tristan curled her into his arms, totally satisfied. "Still awake?"

She turned her head to look at him. "I think Karl’s grandpa is up to something. Bet he’s not having a fun night either."

Tristan gently ran his fingers along her silky shoulder. "I’ll send someone to look into it tomorrow. I had a bad feeling earlier too—I tried calling, but his phone was off."

Megan looked surprised. "You’re not mad at him?"

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Couldn’t bring myself to. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have come back to me. If I wasn’t here, would you have chosen him?"