The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 204 Marry Me

The doctor’s words left the three of them stunned for a moment.

Brandon grabbed the doctor’s shoulder urgently, "Where’s Emily?"

"You mean the one with the gunshot wound to the lung?"

"Yes!"

"Don’t panic, she pulled through. But the bleeding was serious—she lost about 2000cc of blood. She’s still under observation and will be moved out soon."

Brandon let out a long breath and quickly said thanks again and again. By the time he turned around, he was already grinning from ear to ear.

"Megan, she’s okay. Emily’s going to be fine," he said, eyes shining.

Megan smiled in relief. "Brandon, maybe once she’s up and about, you should just go ahead and make me a sister-in-law?"

Tristan chuckled. "I’m with her on this one. After everything that’s happened lately, some good news wouldn’t hurt."

Brandon hesitated. "I mean... isn’t it a bit too soon? We just started dating."

About thirty minutes later, the metal doors slid open, and Emily was wheeled out.

She was still unconscious, her face and lips pale as paper.

Brandon jumped in to help the nurse push her bed toward the room.

Emily came to two hours later. Brandon was sitting beside her, dabbing her dry lips with a cotton swab.

"Professor Lewis..."

The soft voice pulled him upright instantly. He leaned in, concerned. "Emily? You awake?"

She gave him a tiny nod. "I’m okay... don’t worry."

Brandon gently stroked her cheek. "Marry me when you get better, okay?"

Her lashes quivered faintly. "Professor Lewis, what did you just say?"

"I said, once you’re feeling better, marry me."

Her eyes welled with tears. "Are you messing with me? Saying this just ’cause I almost died?"

Brandon laughed softly and kissed her forehead. "Call me Brandon, silly. You’ve got a long life ahead, at least a hundred years. Let me spend those years with you, yeah? I don’t want just a relationship. I want a family—with you. What do you say?"

Emily was too overwhelmed to get a full sentence out. "I-I... I..."

"Is that a rooster I hear?" Brandon teased, cupping her cheek. "I’ll take that as a yes."

Megan, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t someone say it was too soon? You sure switched gears fast."

Tristan snorted. "Looks like someone just beat me at being whipped."

"Tsk tsk. Can’t believe Brandon’s tying the knot this fast. I thought for sure Jason would beat him to it."

Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly. "The industry’s a mess—so many fake people in entertainment. Jason’s gonna have the hardest time finding someone. He called just now—said he’ll be back this afternoon. It’s getting late. You need rest. Let’s head back to the capital."

Megan nodded. "Brandon, Tristan and I will head out first.second I’ll come visit sister-in-law tomorrow."

The mention of "sister-in-law" made Emily a little shy. She bit her lip and smiled faintly.

Brandon stood. "I’ll walk you out."

Tristan waved him off. "Don’t bother. Just take good care of your fiancée."

He emphasized the word "fiancée" like it had some weight to it.

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh—yeah, he had definitely contradicted himself.

After they left the hospital, Tristan drove off toward the capital with Megan by his side."Harrison and Jacob took the fall, yet the real mastermind’s still untouched. Connor doesn’t help much—he just flipped the story, saying this was a political setup." Megan sighed with frustration.

"There’s always a way. The truth doesn’t stay buried forever," Tristan said as he gently held her hand. "What matters now is you focus on resting and taking care of the baby."

"With the election just half a month away, I can’t help but feel uneasy."

Tristan tightened his grip. "Bennette and Channing’s families pose no real threat anymore, and the rest are just waiting to see which way the wind blows. As long as we’re solid, nothing’s getting past us. Nathaniel’s not young anymore. He’s been scheming for years with nothing to show—he’s not getting far now."

"You really think he doesn’t have any dirt left somewhere?"

Tristan gave a low chuckle. "The guy’s as cunning as they come. He’s covered his tracks too well. Even suspecting him won’t help—we’ve got nothing solid. Not yet, anyway. Just look at how long Jacob and Harrison worked for him and still couldn’t figure out who he really was."

Megan shook her head slowly. "No, they just got blinded by revenge and power. As for Connor, he was used—probably didn’t even know half of it."

"The mastermind’s not letting go of the Lewis and Reid families anytime soon. He’ll strike again. We just need to be ready."

After dropping Megan off at Dreamscape Manor, Tristan headed toward the Reid family’s old home.

The moment Mr. Reid saw him, he asked, "It’s true about Bernard, isn’t it?"

Tristan nodded, "Yeah. It’s true."

"Who would go that far?" Mr. Reid gripped his cane tightly, anger clear in his eyes.

"We think Nathaniel Cooper’s the one pulling the strings. It adds up. He’s been wrestling with Charles in the dark for years and lost every time. With the election closing in, I’d bet anything he’s planning something else. Grandpa, I actually came today to talk to you about something important."

At that moment, Nathan stepped into the room, looking worn out. "You’re here... guess you’ve heard it all?"

Tristan didn’t try to hide it. "I didn’t just hear—I was in it from the start."

Both Mr. Reid and Nathan stared at him, shocked.

Tristan laid out the morning’s events—the explosion at the hospital, the kidnapping—everything.

Mr. Reid rubbed his forehead, disbelief and pain on his face. It was hard to accept that Harrison, his own son, was involved in something so ugly.

After a long silence, he finally looked up, his face haggard like he’d aged ten years, "Tomorrow morning, I need to see him... one last time."

Leaving the old house, Tristan got back into his car and drove toward Dreamscape Manor.

His phone vibrated. On the screen: Karl.

He picked up. "Got something?"

"Jacob gave me a lead. A pretty big one."

Tristan chuckled, "You enjoy keeping me in suspense or what?"

"There’s a sorcery worm breeding base in Lorchester. The whole operation belongs to whoever’s behind this mess. Every single sorcery worm used came from there."

Tristan scoffed, "And you never heard about this before? You and Jacob played grandpa-grandson for years."

Karl shot back, "Oh please, like you noticed the tiger in your own backyard? Apparently those ’super noses’ don’t always work. By the way, how’s Emily? Is she okay?"

"You mean, is she sad about Bernard or shaken from the kidnapping?"

"Both."

Tristan sneered, "How about none of your business," and hung up.