The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 192 She Wouldn’t Dare Hurt Me

The sudden news left Tristan and Megan momentarily stunned.

"So it’s just like we thought—the fire was all a setup for Amelia," Megan said softly, eyes lowered. "Which means she could come back anytime."

Brandon nodded. "She got attacked by another inmate that afternoon and got injured on her face, so..."

"So she probably changed her face and slipped away," Tristan added.

Megan agreed with a grim look. "From now on, any woman we run into could be her in disguise."

Zeta Prime tapped its metal head. "Wait, why does it have to be a woman? Can’t she be a guy?"

Megan twitched at the corner of her mouth. "That’d take surgery, and besides, what benefit would pretending to be a guy give her?"

Brandon adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "I’ll let our brothers know. They need to stay alert."

Just then, Samuel showed up at the doorway. "Hold up! Am I seeing things? When did Tristan get back?"

"About thirty minutes ago," Tristan replied.

"You have no idea—Megan’s been moping, barely eating or sleeping. You better not disappear again."

Before he could say more, Brandon clapped a hand over Samuel’s mouth, yanked him away and helpfully shut the door behind them.

"Amelia’s escaped," Brandon said bluntly.

Samuel froze. After a beat, he cursed under his breath. "Whoever did this is nuts. They burned down an entire prison just for one person? How many died?"

"Six hundred and seventeen," Brandon answered.

Samuel’s eyes widened. "That’s insane. She’s a damn menace."

Brandon stepped back with a frown. "Did you even brush your teeth?"

Samuel blew into his palm, then held it up. "Hey, fresh as mint. Wanna sniff?"

Brandon batted his hand away and headed into his room without a word.

Watching the door slam shut, Samuel pulled a face. "Stiff as ever."

He turned around and jumped, "Jeez, Zeta Prime! Could you make a sound or something? You’re like a freaking ghost."

Zeta gave a dramatic sigh. "Master and Goddess kicked me out. I’m just a poor, homeless cutie now."

Samuel cracked up at the hulking metal figure. "Cutie? Seriously? Why not just call yourself a baby at this point?"

Zeta’s eyes turned into little heart shapes. "Can I be your baby?"

Samuel rolled his eyes. "I seriously question the sanity of whoever made you."

"Taste good?" Megan asked Tristan.

Tristan nodded. "Delicious. Anything you feed me is like five-star gourmet."

Megan rolled her eyes. "Gross."

He pulled her closer. "But I love it."

"You’ve got issues." She gave him a look. "Get some rest. I’m heading to the meditation hall for a bit."

Tristan held her smooth, pale hand, gently rubbing her fingers. "You promised me."

Megan pinched his chin and gave his lips a quick peck. "Be good. It’s way more romantic in the middle of the night."

She stood and nudged him back onto the bed. "You’re injured, you need sleep."

Tristan lay down without resistance, watching her leave. Surrounded by the lingering scent of her hair on the pillow and warmth in the blankets, sleep finally crept back to his eyes that hadn’t closed in days.Megan came downstairs and stepped into the prayer room. The second Nova Tech saw her, it leaped onto her shoulder excitedly. "Hey beautiful, I missed you so bad!"

She gently tapped its tiny head. "You really don’t have to stay here all the time."

"No way. Who knows if that old witch will try to poison you again!"

Kneeling on the prayer mat, Mrs. Lewis turned around and shot Nova Tech a sharp glare—though it was obvious the real target was Megan. "You here to watch me suffer?"

Megan dragged a chair over and sat right next to her. "Yeah, that’s pretty much it."

"You—" Mrs. Lewis spat out the word, her face flushing red.

Megan crossed her legs, posture calm and aloof.

"The day you went to pray, you already knew Amelia was alive. And you still tried to get rid of me," Megan said plainly. "What happened to all that talk about faith and virtue? Don’t you feel even a little guilty kneeling here? You’re doing unspeakable things for someone who’s committed countless crimes. Is that really what your beliefs stand for?"

"You won’t even speak respectfully to me? Sitting there mocking me like this—do you think that’s how a younger person should act?" Mrs. Lewis snapped.

"You wanted me dead, and I’m just supposed to play nice?" Megan leaned forward slightly. "Tell me one thing you’ve done that actually deserves respect. You almost got the whole Lewis family wiped out, and just because we’re safe now doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Amelia’s not dead. She’s coming back. She hates everyone. If she could kill her own mom, what makes you think she’ll spare you?"

Megan rose and walked to the doorway. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Amelia’ll come back for you eventually. And if you’re still dumb enough to believe you can control her, go ahead. Keep dancing with the devil."

As her figure vanished, Mrs. Lewis stayed kneeling, whispering, "No... she won’t. I raised her myself. She wouldn’t dare hurt me..."

Nova Tech scoffed. "She offed her own mom. You think you’re special or something?"

Mrs. Lewis started fidgeting with her prayer beads furiously, muttering, "No... no... she won’t..."

Nova Tech flopped across the table, grumbling, "If I have to see that wrinkly face one more day, I’m gonna lose it."

After leaving the prayer room, Megan washed her hands and headed to the kitchen.

The warm, citrusy scent of lemongrass carrot chicken soup drifted through the kitchen. Stella was cooking soup for her.

Megan leaned against her with a smile. "You’re the best, Mom."

Catching a whiff of incense, Stella pinched her cheek. "You went to the prayer room, didn’t you?"

"Yup."

"Your grandma always favored Amelia—it’s been that way since you were kids. Your brothers got yelled at and beaten more than once because of it." She sighed softly. "She’s a product of her nature, I guess. Our Lewis kids have always been kind-hearted, but somehow, she never absorbed any of that."

Megan looked up. "It still hurts you, doesn’t it?"

Putting down the ladle, Stella turned around and smiled. "That’s life. The things you want to change most, you often can’t do a thing about. Before I found you, all I ever wanted was for you to stay alive. Now that you’re back, I’ve gotten a bit greedy—I want you happy, too. Whatever happens, just remember, I’ve always got your back."

Megan beamed. "You really are the best."

Stella pulled her into a hug and gently patted her back.

Megan let out a soft grunt from the pain.

"What’s going on? You okay?"

"It’s nothing, don’t worry... I probably just slept in a weird position."

Stella wasn’t buying it. She lifted Megan’s pajama top to check.