The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 183 Amelia Made It Out Alive

Early in the morning, the sound of crying echoed through the Shaw family estate.

Mrs. Lewis was sitting on the floor, slapping her thighs as she bawled, "My poor granddaughter! How could she die like this? You people wouldn’t let her go—you drove her to her death! She was only twenty! How could you all be so heartless!"

"Teresa! What kind of behavior is this?" Mr. Lewis pointed at her, his tone sharp. "She did so many terrible things at just twenty, and now you’re blaming us for what happened? Have you lost your mind?"

Just then, Mrs. Lewis spotted Megan coming down the stairs. She scrambled to her feet and rushed at her. "If you’d agreed to spare her yesterday, she would’ve been out of prison by now! She’s dead because of you, you murderer!"

As Mrs. Lewis lunged forward, Megan stepped aside. At the same time, Stella rushed over and stood in front of Megan, blocking the attack and pushing the old lady aside.

Mrs. Lewis let herself fall to the floor, slapping the tiles dramatically. "God help me, everyone’s bullying a defenseless old lady like me!"

Zachary took in the scene and turned to Stella. "What’s going on?"

Stella was clearly upset. "She tried to shove Megan. I just stopped her."

Zachary helped Mrs. Lewis up and led her to the sofa. "Mom, what are you doing all this for someone who’s not even family?"

The minute she heard her own son taking sides with the others, Mrs. Lewis snapped. "Even you are standing with them now..."

"Enough!" Mr. Lewis growled, trying to hold in his anger. "I’ve been watching. You’ve been making a scene all morning and even tried to go after Megan. You’re this old now—why are you acting more and more outrageous?"

Mrs. Lewis didn’t dare say another word. "I’m going to the church to pray."

"Fine. Let Mrs. Ford and the butler go with you."

She wiped her tears and, with Mrs. Ford’s help, left the estate.

Zachary walked over to Megan. "You okay?"

Megan shook her head. "Grandma was really attached to Amelia. It’s natural for her to be emotional, but she’s gone way overboard."

"Don’t worry. Grandpa’s got your back. Grandma’s just being unreasonable."

Megan placed a hand on her belly, her eyes lowering. No matter who it was, no one was laying a finger on her child. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

There weren’t many people at the church in winter, but a few devoted followers still came to pray.

Mrs. Lewis, supported by Mrs. Ford, climbed the steps slowly. "You know, Mrs. Ford, I practically raised Amelia from when she was a tiny thing. She was such a sweet kid. Ever since the family found out she wasn’t really one of us, she’s been a mess. I understand why she did what she did after that. I just turned a blind eye. Even when the real child came back, I couldn’t bring myself to like her. Look at that Megan—didn’t even bother to change her last name when she returned. What kind of person is that? Just riding on Tristan’s coattails."

Mrs. Ford frowned slightly. "But I heard Miss Megan’s really impressive—a top designer and the CEO of a listed company. That was all before she met Mr. Reid..."

"Ha! You’ve all been fooled by her image," Mrs. Lewis interrupted. "Amelia looked into her. Same age—how could she be that successful on her own? She had sugar daddies before she met Tristan. She’s the type that has no shame whatsoever."

Mrs. Ford stayed silent. She knew saying anything more would only bring trouble.Mrs. Lewis kept mumbling under her breath, repeating how terrible Megan was and how sweet and obedient Amelia had always been.

When they finally reached the temple, she had everyone wait outside. Mrs. Ford was quick to cooperate—finally free from listening to all that slander against Miss Megan.

A middle-aged woman wearing a black puffer coat and a knit hat walked in.

She knelt down on the prayer cushion next to Mrs. Lewis, pressing her palms together with solemn devotion.

"Amelia made it out alive. But her face... it’s ruined. The scars are deep, really deep. Someone orchestrated it all—you know who. Here’s a packet. It’s scentless, tasteless, causes a miscarriage. Blood tests can’t detect it. Whether you use it or not, that’s your call."

Mrs. Lewis looked up at the statue of the Goddess of Mercy. "Are you serious? My Amelia is really alive? This is the last time I’ll believe you."

The woman let out a chuckle. "She survived so many close calls; you should know that by now. If she wasn’t so rash and naive, she wouldn’t be in this mess. Let Megan play her like a fiddle and end up in jail. That’s what you get for being a fool."

She started to get up.

Mrs. Lewis rushed to stop her. "I want to see Amelia."

"She’s been moved to Chile for treatment. She’ll come back eventually. Let’s just hope you’ll help her when she does."

The woman didn’t stay any longer and quietly walked away.

Mrs. Lewis bowed three times with her forehead touching the floor, speaking in a hushed but heartfelt voice, "Thank you, oh merciful one. Thank you."

Once she finished, she reached under the cushion for a small paper packet and tucked it into her sleeve.

She stood up, acting like nothing had happened, and looked at Mrs. Ford. "Let’s go home. I feel so much better now. Praying really clears the mind, doesn’t it?"

Outside the Imperial Prison, a black Maybach stood parked by the roadside. The burnt smell in the air was enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

Cameron checked the rearview mirror. "Boss, the death toll’s still climbing. Out of hundreds of inmates, barely a hundred made it out. Whoever did this was ruthless—life means nothing to them."

Tristan was on the phone with Brandon. "How many bodies did your hospital get?"

"Over ninety so far. The rest are being taken to other hospitals. Even with rushed DNA tests, we’re still looking at at least two days. Some of the bodies were burned beyond recognition—might not even be possible to ID them. So we can’t confirm if Amelia’s among them."

Tristan rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. "Karl got in touch. Turns out Jacob Scott didn’t act alone. There’s someone targeting the four big families. The heads of the Bennette and Channing families are already gone. Now it’s our turn. Keep eyes on everything. I’m worried whoever’s behind this will go after Megan."

"Got it. When are you coming to see her?"

"Jacob said their base is in Mexico. Karl and I are heading there."

Brandon took off his protective goggles and looked toward the distant skyline. "Just be careful. Megan and the baby are waiting on you."

Tristan let out a quiet laugh. "Don’t worry. My life belongs to her—no one’s taking it from me."

He hadn’t told anyone about the Lover’s Link sorcery worm binding him and Megan together. Their lives were connected now—he had to stay alive for her.

After hanging up, he exhaled slowly, then called Megan. "Hey, I have to go overseas. Take good care of yourself, okay?"

"I will. You too. Are you going with Karl?"

Tristan chuckled softly. "Of course you’d guess that. You never miss anything, do you, little one?"

"Then be extra careful, both of you."

His voice turned serious. "Worry about yourself, that’s enough for me."

Megan paused. "..."