The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 309 Karl’s life... it’s mine to take

Chapter 309: Chapter 309 Karl’s life... it’s mine to take

Tristan and Ethan stepped away from the edge of the rooftop, and Ethan immediately ran into Megan’s arms.

"Mommy!"

He nuzzled against her neck with a hint of guilt. "Mommy, it was my fault... I set the carpet on fire."

Mommy always said it’s better to admit your mistakes before someone else points them out. That way, you get forgiven easier.

Ethan lowered his head, his big dark eyes sneaking glances at her expression while his little hands kept wiping away the tears on her face.

"Don’t worry, Mommy will take care of the compensation."

"How can we let you handle that alone? I’m still here, you know," Tristan said, standing beside them.

Megan stood up and gently patted Ethan’s head. "Exactly, I totally stole your dad’s line."

With one arm, Tristan lifted Ethan, and with the other, he wrapped it around Megan’s waist. "Let’s go back and put on our disguise masks before someone recognizes us and causes trouble."

Ethan pouted. "Daddy, Mommy... did I mess up again?" His eyes went watery, lips trembling.

Tristan kissed his cheek. "Hey, you were trying to stop that creepy guy, remember? You helped Dad."

Ethan sniffled as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I don’t want Daddy and Mommy to be apart... I want us all together."

The three of them pressed their foreheads together, and Tristan promised, "Don’t worry, we’ll always stay together. Mommy and Daddy love you so much."

Ethan’s face lit up. "You guys still owe me a baby sister!"

Tristan chuckled, "Having you is already more than enough. Come on, let’s head back."

As they walked away, a figure stepped out of the shadows. He slid his finger across the phone screen, a twisted grin creeping onto his face.

Who would’ve thought a random rooftop stroll would turn into the hit of the day? This was better than winning the lottery.

Not only had Tristan finally found his long-lost wife after four and a half years, but they also had a ridiculously adorable kid.

That photo? Pure gold.

The man tucked away his phone and left the hotel.

Back in the room, Tristan, Megan, and Ethan quickly put on their disguise masks—no need to stir up extra drama.

"I’ll wire some money to the hotel as a token of apology," Tristan said, reaching for his phone.

Megan stopped him. "Your phone’s not updated. Take mine. I’ll upgrade your firewall later."

"Mommy! Look at this—it’s a picture of us, all three together!"

Megan’s brow furrowed. "Ethan, send a million to the Bennice Hotel. I’ll deal with the photo online."

Tristan smiled, watching mother and son each bent over a laptop, fingers moving fast across the keyboards.

He really wouldn’t mind living a simple life like this forever.

Three minutes later, all the photos online had vanished.

Meanwhile, Samuel, who had just boarded a plane, saved one of them. "Damn, is that my nephew? Kid looks way too good-looking!"He waved his phone around, showing it off one by one. "Saw that? Bet you’re impressed with my reflexes, huh? None of y’all got it in time, did you?"

Samuel held the phone out for Stella Banks and Zachary Lewis to see.

Stella clutched her mouth, tears slipping down as she sobbed, "My little Ethan... my sweet grandson..."

Oliver instantly called Karl. "Karl, photos of Ethan, Megan, and Tristan just hit the internet. Whatever you do, don’t let Mr. Ford see them."

"I’m on it," Karl replied sharply and hung up. His eyes dropped to the photo—her hair had gone completely grey. She must’ve been heartbroken.

Luna lazily draped one slender leg across his waist, mumbling, "Karl, who are you talking to so late?"

"Just Keith, nothing serious."

He gently moved her leg aside, pulled on a jacket, and stepped out.

The moonlight was faint, sky heavy with that pre-snow stillness.

He stopped outside Mr. Ford’s room, noticing light coming through the door. A sinking feeling stirred in his gut, and his hands slowly curled into fists.

"It’s cold. Come in."

Karl’s gaze turned cold. He pushed open the door.

Mr. Ford turned his eyes slightly, holding his phone, the image front and center. "They’ve broken their word."

Karl’s tone darkened. "Why do you keep pushing like this? What satisfaction do you get from tearing families apart? Does causing pain make you happy?"

Mr. Ford let out a low chuckle. "It’s payback. Old blood."

Karl narrowed those fox-like eyes. "Why drag the next generation into your mess? I respect you—because you’re Luna’s father, my mentor. But if you try to hurt Tristan, I’m not standing down."

"You threatening me? You think I’m scared of that look? You ready to die?"

"Tell me when," Karl said, voice sharp, every word deliberate.

"Then I’ll do you the honor first." A golden shimmer flashed in his hand—a sorcery worm.

"No!" Luna’s voice rang out. She rushed inside, throwing herself in front of Karl.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Her face went pale the moment she saw the golden worm.

"I’ve already shown them enough mercy. They broke their promises..."

"Stop! You’re just tearing their family apart because of your own grudges! You don’t deserve to call yourself human!" Luna screamed, tears running uncontrollably.

He gripped the worm tighter. "That’s your tone to your father?"

"I’ve been playing dumb all these years, just for some peace! You never loved Mom—you married her to use her for your experiments. She died and then you used me the same way, all for some so-called cure for your first love. You’re not a father, you’re a monster! And now you want to destroy someone else’s family and kill the man I love? Why don’t you just die already!"

Mr. Ford had always assumed his daughter, made from drugs and lies, was just a naïve puppet. He was dead wrong.

His expression turned savage. "Karl’s life... it’s mine to take."