The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 194 Where Exactly Is Wendy Hiding?

The old Lewis manor.

Still half-asleep, Tristan furrowed his brow and pulled Megan closer into his arms. "Awake already, huh, little one?"

Megan toyed with a strand of her hair, lips slightly pursed. "You sleep like a log! It’s almost lunchtime."

He opened his long, narrow eyes and looked down at her. "Last night was exhausting."

Megan let out a soft snort. "You think you’re the only one tired? I couldn’t even lift a spoon this morning."

Tristan chuckled lowly, voice like velvet. "It’ll get easier after the baby’s born. For now, just the back aches."

Megan: "..."

After getting ready, the two headed downstairs for lunch.

Around the dining table were Mr. Lewis, Zachary, Stella, and Samuel.

Upon seeing them, Stella got up and gently held Megan’s hand. "Since Tristan’s back, you’ve been sleeping much better, haven’t you? You better not stay away so long anymore."

Tristan gave a small smile and nodded. "Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t leave Megan for more than two days at a time from now on."

"How’s your back? Feeling any better?"

Megan squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Much better. Zach gave me some ointment for the bruises—it worked wonders after just one application."

"She got hurt?" Mr. Lewis looked surprised.

"Just banged my back during a shower by accident." Megan smiled lightly. "It’s really nothing, Grandpa. I’m healing fine."

"Well, given there are two of you now, you’ve got to be extra careful." He sighed, clearly burdened by what was to come. "Tristan, I’m sure you’ve heard about what went down here recently. I’ll apologize on Teresa’s behalf—what she did was truly unacceptable."

"Grandpa, no need for that. You don’t need to make excuses for her," Tristan said calmly, though his words carried weight. "Wrong is wrong—some things can’t be undone, even with apologies. And honestly, she doesn’t even seem sorry. If she weren’t a member of this family, I wouldn’t care how old she is—I’d make her pay tenfold."

Zachary let out a heavy sigh through his nose. "Grandma messed up big time. If we hadn’t been on guard, there’d have been a massacre here. She still thinks Amelia’s innocent. Don’t know why she’s so blind to her."

Samuel let out a sardonic laugh. "She has a pretty twisted sense of right and wrong, so it’s no surprise she raised someone like Amelia. But from now on, let’s stop calling that woman Amelia—Her real name is Wendy Ford, remember? Seriously, what kind of luck do we have, living under the same roof as her for twenty damn years."

Just then, Mrs. Ford came rushing in, flustered. "Sir, Madam refused to eat anything. What should we do?"

Samuel scoffed. "Let her be. A few days without food won’t kill her. She had no problem trying to poison us, but now we’re supposed to pity her?"

Harsh, maybe—but nobody could say he was wrong.

Saint or not, they’d all nearly died that day. No matter what they said out loud, none of them had truly forgiven her. The resentment was real.

Mr. Lewis glanced around the table. No one stood up for her.

He drew in a long breath. "Then let her be. When she’s ready to admit her faults, she can come out again."

Just as those words left his mouth, Mrs. Lewis walked—wobbling slightly—into the dining room.She pointed at everyone, "You people have no conscience, do you? I’m this old, how much more do you think I can take?"

"If you weren’t part of the Lewis family, you’d be long gone," Tristan said coldly, his expression like ice. "From now on, if anything happens to my wife or kid again, I won’t let you off. You may be related to them by blood—but not to me. Megan is where I draw the line."

Mrs. Lewis panicked and looked to Mr. Lewis. "You see this? He’s completely outrageous! Threatening to kill me now!"

Mr. Lewis slammed his hand down on the table. "Mrs. Ford, take her to the prayer hall."

"Yes, sir." Mrs. Ford walked over and supported Mrs. Lewis.

Mrs. Lewis shot a fierce glare at Tristan and Megan. "You all turned your backs on Wendy. Karma will get you!"

Samuel frowned. "Grandma, do you know how many people died in that prison fire in the Capital? Six hundred and seventeen! All just to bust Wendy Ford out!"

Mrs. Lewis’s eyebrows knitted together. "Wendy will always be part of the Lewis family."

"Heh! Not if she’s dragging the family name through the mud," Samuel snapped back.

Megan chimed in, "Exactly. Just to save Wendy! And Grandma, you’re not even remotely shocked. Guess you already knew she was alive when you were busy praying."

Mrs. Lewis froze. She didn’t expect Megan would see through her so easily.

She had planned to throw a huge fit and make Mr. Lewis take back the punishment, but didn’t think she’d trap herself deeper instead. No way out now.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

Megan laughed lightly. "If something terrible happens to the Lewis family one day, it’ll be thanks to you. Just so you could protect someone soaked in crimes, you put your entire family at risk. Really feels like that ’Kindness’ of yours is something else."

"I never meant harm to all of you!"

Megan shrugged, "Sure, maybe not everyone—just me and my kid, right? Whether it’s one or many lives, you’ve got blood on your hands. You kneel before God like you’re righteous—are you sure He sees you that way?"

Mrs. Lewis clearly hated every word of that. She brushed off Mrs. Ford’s hand. "I can walk just fine myself."

Zachary finally spoke. "Where exactly is Wendy hiding?"

Mrs. Lewis’s eyes turned red. "Even you suspect me? If I knew she was alive, why would I have drugged her?"

"Liar!" Stella snapped. "When Oliver questioned that woman, she admitted that she told you Wendy’s alive."

Mrs. Lewis hadn’t expected that woman to spill everything so fast. At this point, she gave up pretending—what could they do to her anyway?

She gave a cold, sinister laugh. "That’s what you call justice served."

Right then, a mocking voice rang out.

"Motherf***er!"

Zeta Prime slid into the room, holding a cage, the parrot inside cursing up a storm.

"You wicked old hag! Hope someone knocks you out!"

Mrs. Lewis had never been humiliated like this in her life. Her hands were shaking with rage. She pointed at Samuel. "That filthy bird is yours? You taught it to insult me?"

Samuel looked innocent. The parrot had picked up every nasty word Zeta Prime ever taught it—and none of the good ones.

But hearing it roast Mrs. Lewis like that? Absolutely priceless.

He leaned back, casual as ever. "Wanna hear the nastier ones?"