The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 175 Maybe Your Mercy Is Misplaced

Megan was a bit taken aback. She hadn’t expected Tristan to be the one suggesting she go back to the Lewis family estate.

Tristan nodded. "Be good, okay? The Lewis place is safer than here. If you get bored, take Zeta Prime and Nova over with you."

Megan lowered her eyes. She had just gotten back and barely had time to enjoy being close to Tristan. She really didn’t want to leave. But she was also worried Stella and the others might say something.

With a gentle smile, she said, "Then take me there in three days."

Tristan didn’t exactly want to be apart from her either. But the days ahead would be packed for him, and he didn’t want her feeling left out. Pregnancy came with challenges, and having someone around was definitely better. Plus, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Karl’s family might retaliate, so all things considered, the idea held weight.

Hearing Megan agree to wait three days made his heart soften.

"Alright," he said quietly.

Right then, Zeta Prime rolled in with a fruit platter. "Ladies and gentlemen, your fruit feast has arrived!"

Mr. Lewis stared, eyes wide. "That’s a robot butler?"

Zeta Prime spun around proudly. "That would be me!"

Just as it was showing off, a slice of cantaloupe flew off the tray—right onto Mrs. Lewis’s face.

Her expression darkened instantly. "This robot clearly doesn’t understand personal space!"

Mr. Lewis grabbed the fallen fruit from her clothes and tossed it into the trash bin. Then he calmly wiped her face with a handkerchief.

"It’s just a robot," he said with a chuckle. "Why get upset over it?"

Mrs. Lewis frowned. "Be gentle! If Amelia were still around, would you need to do this?"

The moment those words came out, the room fell completely silent.

Amelia had been sentenced to ten years and was now in a women’s prison.

Mrs. Lewis had secretly visited her twice. Amelia had begged her to help get her out. After all, she had been the one who raised her—it was hard not to feel something.

At one point, she had even tried convincing Mr. Lewis to find a way to bring her home.

But Mr. Lewis, remembering all Amelia had done, didn’t have it in him to be soft anymore.

So young, yet so twisted. She had tampered with DNA tests during the years they were searching for a long-lost relative, tried to harm Megan multiple times, and even plotted to murder her own biological mother. Her methods were vicious beyond words.

Mrs. Lewis might be too softhearted, but Mr. Lewis—having seen the cruel side of business for decades—wasn’t the kind of man to be swayed by a few tears.

He had flat out said no.

He just hadn’t expected Mrs. Lewis to bring this up in front of everyone today.

Mr. Lewis’s face hardened. "Don’t say things like that again. No one in this family could accept her now. We treated her well, and she stabbed us in the back. Maybe your mercy is misplaced—or maybe it’s just foolishness."

Mrs. Lewis gripped her prayer beads tightly, embarrassed to be scolded in front of the younger ones.

Samuel gave a lazy grin. "I get it, Grandma—she’s your kid, raised by you, so of course you care. But come on, if someone messes up, they should face the music. And she tried to kill her own mom. If you’re not safe from her and you’re blood-related, what’s she gonna do to someone she’s not even related to?"

Samuel always had a way of getting under people’s skin, and Mrs. Lewis’s face flushed bright red.

Megan wasn’t about to go soft. She didn’t have it in her to plead mercy for someone who showed zero humanity.But yeah, the vibe was so awkward you could hear a pin drop. Still, this was her home after all—Megan felt like she had to step in and ease the tension.

"Zeta Prime, how about showing everyone a dance move or two?"

Zeta Prime cackled, "Me? Dance? That’s way outta my skillset. Maybe let Mrs. Jones handle it? Her feather duster moves are legendary."

Mrs. Jones gave a tight-lipped smile—clearly somebody was asking for trouble.

Megan couldn’t help but chuckle. "Grandpa, I’m not half bad at chess. Want a quick game to kill the mood?"

Mr. Lewis’s expression relaxed a bit and he nodded.

Mrs. Lewis sipped her tea, her face unreadable.

Stella slid into the seat beside her. "Mom, I know you still worry about Amelia. You raised her after all. But come on, look at everything she’s done. She’s shown zero remorse. She’s got to face the consequences."

Tears sprang from Mrs. Lewis’s eyes. "I know, but we all mess up sometimes, don’t we? Ten years behind bars... that’s her entire youth gone. That doesn’t feel like a life anymore."

Stella frowned. "Mom, she’s not just messed up her own life. She’s taken others’. If you try to help her again, you’re gonna regret it—I promise you that. I won’t let anything hurt Megan."

By now, Stella had realized—no matter how many facts you lay out in front of Mrs. Lewis, she wasn’t gonna change her mind. She decided this would be the first and last time she’d bring it up.

If Mrs. Lewis dared sneak Amelia out from prison, she’d stand by Megan without blinking. No one was stopping her.

Lunchtime rolled in, and the chefs had whipped up a feast.

Jason grinned. "Tristan, did you bring in a Michelin three-star chef or something? This stuff is insane!"

Tristan gave a calm nod. "Pretty much. That chef used to cook at the old house. But Megan liked the flavors, so I had him moved here to the estate."

Oliver smiled faintly. "So if Megan heads back to Lindon City, we sending the chef too?"

"Of course. As long as she’s happy," Tristan said, looking at Megan with that soft gaze. He rubbed the crown of her head. "In three days, I’ll take her back to Lindon City myself."

Everyone had a great time—except for Mrs. Lewis.

Right before leaving, Mrs. Lewis looked at Megan like she wanted to say something but didn’t dare.

Megan knew that look. She was probably thinking of pleading for Amelia again. But Megan wasn’t in the mood for that righteous act. She ignored it completely. Still, she had a strong feeling—once she’s back at the old house, the whispering would begin.

Seeing everyone off, Tristan gently tugged Megan’s coat tighter around her. "Come on, let’s go check the test results."

Back in the bedroom, Tristan pulled up the data. Her progesterone level had dipped slightly, though everything else seemed fine.

He called Cameron and asked for a prescription to be delivered.

Megan leaned against him. "Babe, what were you and Jason talking about earlier?"

Tristan’s arm tightened around her shoulders. "Karl. We’re planning to reopen the case around the Richmond family."

Megan looked up. "I’ve always felt Karl’s background doesn’t add up. We just need to figure out how he’s linked to the Mr. Old Richmond."

Tristan nodded. "You get some rest. I’ve got a few things to deal with."

He gently laid her down, kissed her forehead, and headed off to the study.

Megan stared blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts spiraling—was her gut feeling right all along?