The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 136 Megan Was Blackwing

Outside the emergency room at Capital Hospital, several bodyguards stood guard at the entrance.

Tristan and Samuel rushed over as soon as they got the news.

The moment a young nurse came out, Samuel grabbed her arm, his voice tight with worry. "How’s the patient inside?"

The nurse shook her head slightly. "I’m sorry... we did everything we could."

Samuel froze in place, his head buzzing.

Without a word, Tristan pushed past them and ran in. Two bodies lay on hospital beds, white sheets covering them completely—streaked with blood at the top.

His breath caught. A sharp ache gripped his chest, spreading like wildfire. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. His chest rose and fell rapidly, while the bodies on the beds remained disturbingly still.

He slowly moved forward, his fingers trembling as he pinched the edge of the bloodstained sheet. With a deep inhale, he lifted it.

A male corpse.

Letting the sheet fall back, he turned to the next bed and lifted the other sheet. A woman’s face, aged and worn, greeted him—probably in her forties.

"Tristan?"

Hearing the delicate voice, Tristan turned and saw Megan. In two quick strides, he pulled her tightly into his arms, as if trying to press her into his very bones.

"I thought I lost you..."

She gently patted his back. "We’re okay. Both Mrs. Banks and I just blacked out for a bit from the airbag impact."

The second he stepped into the ER, it felt like the ground had given way beneath him. Everything had gone still—his breath, his heartbeat.

He couldn’t picture a world without her.

Now that she was in his arms again, it was like someone had flipped on a light in his pitch-black world. Suddenly, everything felt okay.

"I—can’t really breathe here."

Tristan let go, touching his forehead to hers, leaning in to kiss her.

"Seriously? You two just can’t stop with the PDA, huh?" came a teasing voice from ahead.

Tristan looked up and saw Brandon strolling over, holding two blood sample tubes.

"How’s your mom?"

"Mild concussion. Still passed out, but considering her age, not too surprising—though she sure doesn’t look it."

Megan burst out laughing. Honestly, if Stella ever heard her son say that, she might just smack him.

"What are you doing standing there like a sad statue?" someone asked.

All eyes turned to Samuel, still standing dazed at the door, eyes glassy with tears. When he’d seen those two bodies on the beds, his world had nearly shattered.

He quickly pulled the curtain aside and spotted Stella still unconscious. She looked like a fairy-tale princess, waiting for her prince to wake her.

Brandon grinned. "Credit goes to Megan this time. Normally when there’s a car crash, the driver instinctively steers in a way that exposes the passenger side. But she did the opposite. That move probably saved our mom."

Samuel’s face lit up. He reached out his hand toward Megan. "Thank you."

Megan noticed Tristan’s expression darkening and quickly waved it off. "It’s really nothing."

Feeling a bit awkward, Samuel scratched his head. "I’ll treat you guys to dinner sometime..."

"Mom! Mom! Let me in!"

Samuel stiffened the moment he heard that familiar voice. Amelia. He knew she was somehow tied to this car crash.

Without thinking, he stepped forward, but Brandon grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Brandon walked over and let Amelia in. "Mom’s okay. No need to cry."

Seeing Megan, her eyes widened in surprise, but then she broke into a radiant smile. "Megan, I’m so glad you’re alright."

Amelia rushed to Stella’s bedside, clutching her mother’s hand as tears streamed down her cheeks."Megan’s fine, just needs some rest at home. I’ve got data to analyze, heading out first," Brandon shot Samuel a glance, silently signaling him to follow.

Tristan threw a cold look at Amelia’s back, then wrapped his arm around Megan and walked off.

Once inside the car, Tristan pulled Megan into his arms instinctively. Up in the front seat, Cameron caught a glimpse through the rearview mirror, then sensibly raised the divider before starting the drive toward Dreamscape Manor.

With her ear pressed to his steady heartbeat, Megan murmured, "I’m really okay... see? Still kicking."

Tristan gently cupped her face, scanned it like he still couldn’t believe she was in one piece. The sunlight spilled across her fair skin like glass, those bright eyes crinkling.

He didn’t say another word—just hugged her tighter. "The tanker driver was drunk. Blood alcohol level hit 70 mg per 100 mL. He fessed up. Said he’s ready to take what’s coming. Both he and his wife have cancer, and their kid’s got polio. We didn’t find any suspicious transfers in his account yet. No sign of cash either, but we’re still digging. Just feels way too shady to be a random accident."

"When that tanker came at us, the brakes weren’t even touched—he straight up sped up. I’m telling you, someone wanted us dead. If I hadn’t swerved into the impact... the rear got crushed instead of the body. Me and Mrs. Lewis would’ve been gone."

Tristan rubbed her back, his voice low. "I’m sorry. I should’ve kept you safe."

Leaning into his chest, Megan spoke softly. "You’ve already done so much—so many people watching over me. The other side’s just too ruthless. Don’t beat yourself up. If you blame yourself, I’ll feel even worse."

"You’re not leaving the house for the next few days. No exceptions."

The ribbon-cutting for NexusStar was in two days. Megan, currently posing as Landon, was expected to show up as CEO.

Tristan’s gut churned with worry. He didn’t want a replay of that last attack. He held her tight, like letting go meant losing everything.

Meanwhile, at the hospital lab on the fifth floor, two blood sample tubes spun inside the PCR machine, the soft glow reflecting on the silver surface.

One hour wasn’t long, but for Brandon and Samuel, it felt endless.

Samuel paced back and forth, visibly restless. "Bran, what if Megan really is our sister? What do we even do then?"

"Simple. We spoil her."

Samuel clucked his tongue. "But she’s married already. What if she doesn’t warm up to us?"

"Family is family. That stuff runs deeper than anything else."

"But Tristan? That guy’s the jealous type. What if he doesn’t want us near her?"

Brandon took off his gold-rimmed glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Can you stop pacing? My head’s pounding. We don’t even have results yet. What if we’re wrong?"

Samuel let out a long sigh. "No way. I can feel it—it’s her."

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "You mean the same girl who conned you out of $27 million?"

Samuel gave him a glare. "You and Jason just won’t let that go, huh?"

Brandon chuckled. "Nope. By the way, you track down Blackwing yet?"

He’d gotten a tip from Amelia last time—Megan had tampered with his computer.

After a thorough check, nothing obvious turned up. But footage from a tiny overhead camera caught everything.

Turns out she’d quietly fended off a brutal hacking attempt while he was out taking a call. The precision and skill in her hands? Samuel was convinced—Megan was Blackwing.

And just like that, the infamous hacker turned from a headache to a legend in his eyes.

Emily popped in to drop off two glasses of water, then ducked back out.

Samuel scooted closer to Brandon, leaning in like he was about to spill state secrets. "Hey, I gotta tell you something..."