The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 267 I’m not going anywhere

The screech of brakes echoed from the other end of the call.

A sleek, metallic black Bentley skidded to a halt, leaving behind a dark streak on the road. Megan gripped the door handle tightly, voice shaking. "Sick? What kind of sickness?"

"I’m not sure either. I heard Miss Tang say he coughed up blood again. And looking at how quickly he’s losing weight... Something’s definitely wrong."

Megan let out a faint sigh. "Getting sick and dying isn’t enough to make someone push another away. He’s just fallen out of love."

Mrs. Jones panicked. "Miss, that’s not true! Mr. Reid and Miss Tang are very polite to each other, barely talk, and they don’t even sleep in the same room. If they were really together, they’d be living like a couple, right? Plus, that baby she’s carrying isn’t his at all—heard it’s someone named Nathaniel. You’ve got to believe me. I can see it; he loves you. He’s just scared you’ll be heartbroken if you see how bad his health’s gotten."

Megan hung up abruptly, her hand clenching her phone so tight her fingers turned white. Her heart was all over the place.

"You still buying that crap, Megan?"

She dialed Karl. A girl’s voice soon answered, cheerful, "Hello?"

"Is Karl there?"

"Oh, Karl? He’s out back chopping wood. Hold on, I’ll get him. Wait, are you Megan?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, Karl! The girl you used to crush on is calling!"

Karl picked up, a little out of breath. "Megan."

She chuckled softly. "Your wife’s adorable."

"She’s cute, yeah. But man, she drives me crazy sometimes. Something happen?"

His familiar concern made Megan’s eyes well up. "Karl... Just tell me—what’s going on with Tristan? Is he... really sick? Like seriously sick?"

Silence hung in the air.

Megan’s voice cracked as she suddenly sobbed. "You know something, don’t you? Please, Karl, I’m begging you. I can’t take him shutting me out like this."

Karl exhaled slowly, letting out a heavy sigh. "He didn’t tell you because he knew it’d kill you to hear it."

"Even if he’s dying, I want to know. I can take it."

"Megan..."

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Please, Karl. I need the truth. Just tell me."

"You need to brace yourself, okay?" His voice turned heavy. "We thought the ’soulworm’—the sorcery worm—meant if one died, the other would die too. Like a soulmate curse or something. Turned out, it’s not. After it’s set, the man dies in eight months. The woman lives. The whole ’shared soul’ idea is crap—it’s actually a curse that eats at your soul."

Megan went silent, tears freezing for a second. Her voice trembled, scared. "You’re saying... he only has three months left?"

"No... just two now. The stress sped it up."

Her hand shot up to brace against the car window frame. "Two months... That’s when the baby will be eight months..."

"I’m in Northriver because there’s one last sorcery worm master who might be able to save him."

Megan suddenly realized. "So that girl... the one you married... The master made you marry her, right?"

Karl glanced at the girl swinging an axe, trying her best to split a stubborn log. He smiled. "Yeah... but it’s not all bad. She’s kind of dumb, but in a cute way."

"I’m sorry, Karl. I really am."Karl chuckled, "What’s there to apologize for? I can’t stay single forever while you two keep rubbing your lovey-dovey life in my face. Megan, I have to stay for a while—just hoping Tristan can hold on."

"Thank you, Karl."

He sighed deeply, eyes fixed on the vast blue sky. "Go find him. He only left because he didn’t want you blaming yourself. He’s always taking everything on himself."

"Thank you, Karl. Really, thank you."

"I wasn’t going to tell you, to be honest. I was worried about how you’d take it."

"I’m fine," Megan shook her head, "But is there really a way to save Tristan?"

"There is. Don’t worry. I’ll try to get back sooner. Trust me."

"Okay."

A sweet, soft voice called out, "Karl! Luna’s exhausted! Come rescue her!"

Karl laughed, "Time to play the doting husband. Trust me, I’ll be back as soon as I can."

"Got it."

Once the call ended, Megan looked over at Samuel. "You heard all that, didn’t you?"

Samuel nodded.

"You know what we have to do now?"

Another nod. "Yeah, damn... that hit me right in the feels. That tough guy really carried all that alone—hell, even I can’t hold it in anymore!"

Eyes red, he jerked the wheel and turned the car around without hesitation.

Speeding back down the road they’d just taken, the trip felt totally different this time.

The car pulled into Dreamscape Manor and stopped in front of the villa.

Megan swung the door open and got out, marching up to the door and knocking hard.

The moment Mrs. Jones opened the door, her eyes welled up. Nova Tech, who’d been hiding earlier, leapt into Megan’s arms and snuggled in affectionately. "Little fairy! I just knew you’d come back!"

"I need to see Tristan."

Nova jumped into Mrs. Jones’ arms, two oily drops leaking from its eyes as it whimpered, "Nova’s gonna cry, for real!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Mrs. Jones frowned, "That didn’t come from your eyes. You’re leaking from your tail—did you pee yourself?"

Nova cackled, "Nova just got too emotional!"

Megan dashed up the stairs and rushed into the room, where she found Tristan trying to clean the bloodstains on the sheets.

He froze, startled to see her, then stood up straight, brows knitted. His tone was chilly, "Why are you here again? Didn’t I make myself clear?"

Megan threw herself into his arms.

"Your stomach—" he blurted out instinctively.

She held onto him tightly, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "I know now. I know everything. Tristan, I get it—you didn’t want me to blame myself, so you kept it all from me. Why are you such an idiot, always stubbornly dealing with everything alone? We missed out on so much because of that. You idiot!"

"Who told you all that? Don’t believe them. I just don’t lo—"

Before he could finish, Megan covered his mouth with her hand.

"I don’t care. I’m not going anywhere. Say you don’t love me all you want—I’m not buying it. I’m staying. Alive or dead, you’re mine. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to die!"

Looking at that tear-streaked face, Tristan caved. He let go of her hand, then pressed his lips to hers—quiet, trembling with emotion.

In that long, lingering kiss, it felt like they were back on those unforgettable nights. Tristan kissed her eyelids, her nose, her lips, slowly removing every boundary between them, cherishing the feel of every inch of her skin.

He loved her deeply. So deep it terrified him. But even more than that—he cherished her.

As he held her close, every soft collision of bodies was a whispered confession: I love you. Now and always, even past the end.