The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 180 Grandma Pleads for Amelia

Samuel led her upstairs into his room. As he pushed the door open, she saw a birdcage hanging right by the window.

Inside the cage was a brightly colored parrot. The moment it spotted them, it chirped, "Welcome! Welcome!"

"This is my new pet, Sunny!" Samuel explained proudly. "Picked the smartest one from the bird market."

The parrot added, "Sunny’s clever! Sam the Sham!"

Megan let out a chuckle. "Wow, it’s actually pretty smart. Even knows your nickname!"

Samuel’s face darkened. He raised his hand like he was about to swat the bird. "One more word outta line, and I’ll pluck you bald."

"Sunny scared! Help me, Megan!" the parrot squealed.

Megan burst into laughter. "Okay, this bird is seriously hilarious."

Samuel looked smug. "Well, I trained it, of course!"

She didn’t bother correcting him. It was obvious the bird had been trained by the previous owner. This one was just naturally bright.

Right at that moment, Nova Tech peeked out of Megan’s pocket. "Fairy princess, can I play with the parrot for a bit?"

Megan tapped her head lightly. "Sure, knock yourself out."

Then she turned to Samuel. "Wanna learn how to crack the Money Leech trick?"

"I’m begging you," he said eagerly, rubbing his hands together. "Right now?"

Megan gave a soft "mm" and plopped into a chair, opening his laptop. As she typed away, she explained it step by step.

Half an hour later, Megan stretched and rubbed her lower back. "I need to lie down for a bit. I’m heading back; you keep going on your own."

"I’ll walk you back."

Megan laughed out loud. "Your room’s literally two doors away. You acting like you’re seeing me off to another country or something?"

Samuel brushed his cool hair back. "Big brothers gotta act like it. Doesn’t matter if it’s five steps or five miles."

She blinked innocently. "Ever watched that cartoon where they said, ’If you’re a bear, at least act like one’?"

Samuel: [You really throwing your brother under the bus right now?"]

Then the parrot squawked, "If you’re a bear, gotta act like one!"

Back in her room, Megan flopped onto the soft bed and closed her eyes.

He should’ve reached the capital by now.

She grabbed her phone and called Tristan. He picked up instantly.

"Hey babe, you there yet?"

"Yeah, I just got to Reid Corp. Got a quick meeting coming up."

Megan let out a soft sigh. "We’ve barely been apart, and I already miss you."

He chuckled, voice low and warm. "Same here. I’ll come get you as soon as I’m done here."

She heard Cameron in the background saying the meeting was about to start.

Megan knew it was time to hang up. She smiled lightly, "Go handle your work. We’ll talk later."

"Alright, catch you soon."

But Tristan didn’t end the call right away. Megan knew he was waiting for her to hang up first.

Reluctantly, she tapped the button and her mood dipped a little.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Megan got up to open it, only to find an unexpected visitor.

"Grandma?"

Mrs. Lewis stood there, fingers gently spinning her prayer beads, smiling. "Thought I’d come see how you’re doing," she said, and marched into the room without waiting for an invite.

Megan instantly knew why she was here.

From the first time they met, Mrs. Lewis had clearly disliked her. First impressions stick. Even after learning Megan was part of the Lewis bloodline, the old woman clearly still carried some bias.Megan followed behind and watched as Mrs. Lewis sat down on the bed.

Mrs. Lewis patted the spot beside her. "Come here, Megan. Sit with me."

Megan took a seat next to her, letting her hold her hand. "Grandma, you’re here because of Amelia, right?"

Mrs. Lewis looked a bit embarrassed. She hadn’t expected Megan to call her out so directly—she was planning to ease into the topic. But since the girl laid it all out, there was no point beating around the bush.

She gave a kind smile. "When Amelia was born, she was so tiny."

Megan cut her off. "Grandma, Amelia was born a few days before me. What you saw wasn’t her newborn self."

Mrs. Lewis disliked being contradicted, but Megan was no pushover. She cleared her throat.

"What I mean is, I raised Amelia myself—I watched her grow up. We had a deep bond. I know she made some big mistakes, but hasn’t she paid the price? A girl only gets a few good years. She’s twenty now. If she spends ten years in prison, she’ll be thirty when she gets out. Her whole life will be ruined."

Megan pulled her hand away. "Maybe you raised Amelia, but I didn’t. I have zero attachment to her. That’s the first thing. Second, she’s manipulative. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about how she stole my art designs. She’s been trying to ruin me for ages—why would I go easy on her?"

Megan continued,"She kidnapped Chloe, strapped her with a bomb. If not for my robot dog, we’d be dead now. She even forced me to drink water laced with sorcery worm—downright psychotic. That’s number three."

"She hired someone to run me over. If I hadn’t reacted fast, Mom and I would’ve been gone. That’s number four. She killed her own mother—didn’t hesitate a bit. If someone doesn’t even care about the one who gave them life, what should I feel as someone who never meant anything to her? That’s number five."

Megan was so emotional that she couldn’t stop accusing,"She’s been messing with DNA tests for years to keep the truth hidden. That’s number six. And honestly, there’s a mountain of other stuff too. Just these six alone—tell me, Grandma, which part of her deserves forgiveness? Just because you raised her, I should let it slide?"

Mrs. Lewis’s face turned bright red as she listened. She was clearly upset but held it in.

She forced a smile. "I know you’ve got your issues with her, but is there any chance—just one more chance—you could give her?"

"Issues?" Megan chuckled bitterly. That word made it sound like she was just being petty. "Grandma, I’m the one who lived through all of it. I took the hits, not you. I’m not some saint—I don’t have to forgive someone who nearly got me killed more than once."

Megan lowered her head and touched her belly,"Now I’ve got a kid on the way. Amelia is a ticking time bomb. Who knows when she’ll explode? I can’t afford that risk—and I won’t take it."

Megan took a deep breath and walked to the window, watching the snow fall. "Snow might look pure, but when an avalanche hits, not one flake is innocent."

She turned her head slightly, not even bothering to look at Mrs. Lewis. She could imagine how upset the old woman was by now.

"Please go, Grandma. I don’t want to hear another word about Amelia."

Mrs. Lewis stood up abruptly, clutching her prayer beads so tightly they crackled. Her steps were quick as she headed to the door.

Just as she reached it, Megan’s voice rang out behind her. "Her real father is Marcus Ford. Her name should be Wendy Ford."