The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 189 Did Tristan Get Hurt?

When the team arrived at the base, it had already been reduced to rubble.

There were limbs scattered around, with minced flesh covering the ground. The sickening stench of blood hung thick in the air.

Zeta Prime launched its infrared sensor, scanning for Tristan’s vitals.

It whimpered, "Master, where are you? Did you really get blown to pieces? How could someone so handsome just disappear? Without you, Zeta Prime doesn’t want to live either!"

The howling wind sounded like ghosts wailing, and the sky was ablaze, dyed red by the flames.

Cameron crouched down, overwhelmed. He had never felt this helpless. After all these years following Tristan, every time danger hit, he was the one being protected. Tristan once said, though he had no parents, Cameron had an elderly grandmother still depending on him.

That thought alone made his eyes sting with tears.

Just when hope seemed lost, a man in mercenary gear stepped out from the fire like a scene from an action movie.

"Cameron, that crying face of yours is seriously ugly."

Cameron shot to his feet, momentarily stunned. The next second, he rushed over and grabbed the man in a tight hug.

"Man, you’re alive! That’s freaking awesome!"

Tristan clapped his back. "My life doesn’t belong to me alone—it’s also for my girl. And chill out, all this drama’s making you sound like you’re into guys."

Cameron let go just in time to get yanked aside.

Zeta Prime burst into exaggerated sobs, clinging onto Tristan. "Master, I almost died from heartbreak! Tell me you’re touched! You survived, so Zeta Prime won’t shut down out of grief now!"

Tristan frowned, "Easy, Zeta. You just pressed on my wound. If the explosion didn’t kill me, you almost did with that pain."

Letting go, Zeta checked him over. "Master, your back’s torn up! You need stitches—stat!"

Tristan gave a soft grunt. "It’s not too bad."

He gave Karl a sly smirk. "Let’s grab a drink later."

Karl nodded seriously in response.

In the vehicle, Tristan called Megan, and she picked up instantly.

Cameron’s eyebrow twitched—why didn’t she answer earlier?

"Tristan, are you hurt?"

Tristan heard the worry in her voice. "I’m fine, really."

Worried that his injuries would affect Megan, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, don’t stress over me. Did you finish your mission?"

"Yeah, it’s done. We’re heading back tonight."

After a brief chat, they hung up.

Tristan turned to Karl. "Will my injury affect Megan?"

Karl noticed he didn’t seem alarmed. Megan probably hadn’t mentioned anything. Seeing the wound needed urgent care, he replied,

"Doesn’t look like it."

Tristan nodded. "Good."

Back at HQ, doctors started stitching up his back.

They’d known it was bad, but seeing the wound—flesh turned out, nearly a foot long—it was another level of nasty.

Standing to the side, Cameron asked, "Where the hell were you hiding?"

Tristan laid on the surgery table while the doctor cleaned the wound. The muscle was torn deep—over 30 centimeters.He lay quietly with his eyes closed. "I was surrounded and had to fall back to the other side of the garage. Found an underground tunnel over there, so I jumped in and ran down a few meters. The fighter jets showed up just in time—bombed the crap out of the mercenaries tailing me. The blast was huge, the rubble came down, knocked me out cold. When I came to, I started looking for a way out. The tunnel had a ton of branches, took me a bit to figure it out."

Zeta Prime scratched its metal head. "No wonder I couldn’t pick up any signs on the surface. So you were underground all along, huh."

The doctor stitched the long gash on Tristan’s back carefully—it was deep and ugly. If not done properly, the scar would be a nightmare later.

Tristan glanced at Cameron. "Where’s Karl?"

"Bathroom break," Cameron replied.

Meanwhile, Karl had locked the bathroom door and was already on a call with Megan. "Megs, are you okay?"

Megan stood with her back to the mirror but turned slightly to glance at her reflection. A red circle and a deep bruise, nearly 30 centimeters long, had surfaced on her back.

Earlier, she had been in too much pain to even stand straight, which was why she missed Cameron’s call.

"Did Tristan get hurt?"

Karl gave a quiet confirmation. "Yeah, it’s his back. But the doc has taken care of it."

"What the hell were you guys doing out there? That dangerous?"

"We found the enemy base and blew it to hell."

Megan’s mind was reeling. "Are you both crazy or something?!"

Karl figured out pretty quick that Megan had no idea Tristan was King. And he wasn’t going to be the one to spill it. "As long as you’re safe, that’s what matters. I’ll tell you more once we’re back."

Megan took a deep breath. "And you? Are you okay?"

The sudden concern hit him differently—warm and unexpected. He smiled. "Thanks. I’m good. And the only reason I’m in one piece is ’cause of Tristan."

That familiar, casual name made Megan chuckle. "What, you two best bros now?"

Karl let out a soft laugh. "Well, at least we’re not rivals anymore. He’s a good guy."

"Karl, what happened that night after I left?"

He pressed his lips together slightly before giving a half-hearted smile. "Got drunk and crashed until morning."

Megan didn’t push further—she knew he was just avoiding the truth. He must’ve gone through something awful. She shifted the subject. "I’ll wait for you both to come home safe."

Karl nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Once everything’s done, I’ll break the bond between you two."

Megan’s brows drew together. "Is it hard?"

Karl lowered his gaze, and that faint, bitter smile he gave... only he knew what it meant. "It’s doable. Just... takes a bit of work."

"Alright. Just be careful, okay?"

"Will do."

After ending the call, Karl set the phone down on the shelf and turned on the faucet, splashing his face with cold water. He silently stared at his reflection, a small smile tugging at his lips. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be.

He stepped out, only to bump into Zeta Prime.

He froze. "Even robots need the bathroom?"

Zeta Prime stared him down, clearly unimpressed. This was the guy who took its little fairy and got its master poisoned. Now Tristan was even hurt trying to help him.

With a disdainful hum, it muttered, "Big Bad Villain!"

Seeing Karl’s awkward look, Zeta Prime tilted its head proudly. "Master says we’re leaving. Now."

Karl quickly entered the surgery room, where Tristan was already throwing on his shirt. "You sure you don’t wanna rest a bit more?"

Tristan slung his jacket over his arm. "Nah, Megan’s waiting. Even just a day without seeing me, she loses it."

Karl: "..."

In a posh villa, a middle-aged man lounged lazily on the couch in a bathrobe, a woman kneeling before him.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"A man in black stepped in, eyes downcast. "Boss, something’s gone wrong at the base."