The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 270 You’re seriously delusional

At Megan’s insistence, Tristan finally agreed to take her to the Genexa Medical Research Lab.

By the time they arrived, the sun was already dipping behind the mountains.

The lab was tucked deep along a winding mountain road, hidden and well-guarded.

Its location wasn’t under satellite surveillance—Megan had set up a jamming system earlier. Not even Charles, with all his high-tech tricks, could track this place down.

The lab itself was a three-story white building—modest in height but sprawling in size.

Armed guards stood all around the perimeter, weapons at the ready, their eyes constantly scanning for movement.

Tristan held Megan’s hand as they stepped into the building. The sharp tang of disinfectant stung the air, and Megan instinctively covered her nose and mouth.

"You okay?" Tristan asked.

She nodded slightly. "Just a bit uncomfortable."

"Want a mask?"

She shook her head. "No, let’s just go see Nathaniel."

They walked deeper into the building, passing through a dim corridor, made a left, then turned again into another hallway. Nathaniel was locked up in an airtight room, lit up with high-powered heat lamps.

After being injected with the bioserum, Nathaniel’s physiology had changed—he was unbelievably strong now. But the researchers discovered the virus had a weakness: light and heat. Similar to rabies, strong light and heat messed with their system badly.

Every time Nathaniel tried to bust out, the lights would blast on, burning his skin and frying his nerves. He’d end up dazed, too weak to fight.

A one-way mirror stood between them. From the outside, you could see him, but he couldn’t see out.

Tristan pressed the mic button. "Nathaniel."

The man sitting in the corner slowly looked up. "Tristan! So, did your experiment work or crash and burn again?"

Tristan let out a small laugh. "I came to tell you—Charles injected himself with the new serum. Not like yours—his is regenerative. I sliced his arms clean off, and guess what? They grew right back."

Nathaniel bolted up, slamming his fists against the glass. "Liar!"

Tristan scoffed, "He gave himself the top-tier version but stuck you with the leftovers. Don’t you get it? You were just a test subject from day one."

"You think I’ll fall for your crap? Keep dreaming!"

Tristan hit a green button. The wall turned into a giant display screen, showing footage of Charles being trapped—and his arms regrowing.

When Nathaniel saw it for himself, a dark fire lit up in his eyes. His voice came low and seething: "That serum must be brand new..."

Tristan smirked. "Quit kidding yourself. You know damn well no one’s whipping that up overnight. You’re not fooling anyone—not even you."

Then he asked, "How many people are still working in Charles’ lab? Is there an underground facility?"

Nathaniel let out a dark laugh and sat back down in the corner. "Since I can’t get out... fine. I’m staying right here. I’ll watch as the world burns with me. Let everyone turn into monsters like me."

"You really want your woman and kid living in that hell too?" Megan’s voice cut in.

He snapped his sharp gaze forward, then burst out laughing, "Woman and kid? I’ve never had weaknesses like that, and I’m not about to start now."

Megan smiled faintly. "Really? What about Nicole?"Nathaniel’s eyes burned with rage. "That bitch! If I could kill her with my own hands, I would! She’s the reason I’m in this hellhole now. If I could torture her to death, that’d be perfect."

"She’s two months pregnant," Megan said calmly. "The baby’s already been there for two months."

"What’s it got to do with me?"

Megan smiled faintly. "It’s yours. Nicole wants to keep it. She hopes the baby will be your last shred of conscience. She’s willing to give birth to it—for you."

Nathaniel scoffed coldly, "What a joke! Where was that conscience when she stabbed me in the back? And what makes you think I should believe you? Who knows whose it is—maybe it’s Tristan’s! Ha!"

Megan tapped her terminal, uploading a report. The ultrasound image lit up the glass between them. Nathaniel’s chest visibly rose and fell.

"I want to see Nicole. I won’t say a word until I see her."

Tristan paused a moment. "I’ll bring her tomorrow."

Nathaniel’s laugh was icy and low. "Tristan, I just need to wait for the sorcery worm inside you to finish its job. Once you’re dead from the inner curse, this whole world will collapse."

Megan snorted. "You’re seriously delusional."

"You—!"

"Nathaniel, look at yourself. You’re barely even human now. Your body’s a mess; there’s no way you’ll ever have more kids." Her voice turned sharp. "This might be your only child. So think hard tonight—do you really wanna end up as someone’s discarded weapon, or do you want to leave behind something real?"

Tristan saw the flicker in Nathaniel’s face—the tight brows, the slight shift. He was wavering. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Locating Charles was the easy part. The real challenge lay in figuring out what traps were waiting inside.

Knowing both the enemy and the terrain was the only way to win this biochemical war.

Tristan and Megan walked out of the lab into the evening air and headed to the maternity section of the mall.

They browsed through rows of tiny clothes. Megan reached for a blue set, but Tristan grabbed a pink one instead.

"Time for the 4D scan soon," he said, placing a hand gently on her belly. When he felt the tiny flutter, a surprised warmth spread under his palm.

"I’m betting it’s a girl. Girls love their dads the most."

Megan pressed his hand down with a grin. "I think it’s a boy. That way, I’ll have two men who adore me."

Tristan wanted a boy deep down. If something ever happened to him, that boy could grow into a man who’d protect her in his place.

"We’re still early," Megan said as she put the clothes back on the rack. "Let’s wait until closer to the due date."

But Tristan picked them back up. "These work for both. Let’s get them in both colors. What if they sell out later?"

Megan chuckled. "Silly, did you forget I’m a designer? If we can’t find the perfect ones, I’ll just make them myself."

He slung the clothes over his arm. "I say we buy them now. I really like these."

Megan could see the worry behind his determination. He was afraid she wouldn’t make it to see the baby born. She smiled gently. "Alright, then let’s take home whatever you like. Our baby’s gonna be stunning—can pull off any style."

Watching him seriously pick through baby rompers like he was choosing battle gear, her chest tightened.

All her hopes now rested on Karl.

Just two months left.

She had never wanted more than she did in this moment—for time to just stop. Give her one more moment to hold on to this man, memorize his face, and carve him into her heart forever...