The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 250 The Truth Dies With Him

"Karl, what are you trying to do?" Tristan stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice behind him.

He turned around, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just doing what’s best for her."

"I’ll help you."

Tristan chuckled. "Didn’t I say before? If trading your life for mine is the price, I’d rather die. I won’t build my happiness on someone else’s grave."

"Northriver. Mr. Ford—the last sorcery worm master left in the world. He taught me how to control the Silverwing king sorcery worm three years ago. Without his help, I wouldn’t still be alive. Once we settle this Nathaniel mess, I’ll find him—he’s gone into seclusion. Just hang in there."

Tristan’s gaze lit up slightly at the words, like someone stumbling through pitch-black darkness and suddenly spotting a warm light ahead. More than hope, it felt like finding an oasis after wandering alone through the desert.

He wanted to believe, yet didn’t dare hope too much—disappointment hits harder when you’ve already tasted despair.

He gave a quiet smile. "Alright."

What’s scarier than not knowing what’s ahead is knowing exactly when your clock stops ticking, and feeling that countdown eating away your life second by second.

Since the day he left Megan, the passing of time haunted him. He didn’t care about anything else—he just wanted to stay by her, whether she was eating, working out, or sleeping.

But reality wasn’t that forgiving. He still had to eliminate every potential threat so that when his time came, he could leave in peace.

Tristan and Karl walked down a dim corridor and turned left into what looked like an ordinary room.

Tristan pushed the door open—revealed inside was a room within another room.

Once they reached the second door, a scanner kicked in, conducting an iris scan.

A robotic female voice said, "Identity confirmed. Director of Security Bureau, Tristan. Access granted."

With a soft beep, the door slid open.

They stepped inside and another chilling hallway stretched out before them—the temperature had clearly dropped.

Karl glanced around. "Is there a cooling system in here?"

Tristan nodded. "This special detention block holds high-risk inmates—most of them spies, all heavily trained. Ordinary prisons can’t keep them locked up. When I designed this place, I added liquid nitrogen sprayers controlled by AI bots."

Karl scanned the walls but spotted nothing. "And where are these bots?"

Tristan paused and casually placed his right hand against the wall.

In an instant, the surface transformed into a screen. Streams of light gathered over his palm before dispersing.

Black nozzles emerged from the walls ahead and released bursts of liquid nitrogen, cold smoke curling in the air.

"So it flash freezes targets? That’s pretty brutal."

Tristan gave a half-smile. "These are folks who committed treason and jeopardized national security—anything less than lethal would be too kind. These black nozzles are actually microbots. They identify threats automatically, issue alerts, and spray liquid nitrogen if needed."

For the longest time, XAL’s identity had been a mystery. Everyone figured he was some aged, gray-haired professor.

Karl had admired XAL forever, but never in his wildest dreams did he think the guy was not only young, refined, and outrageously handsome—but also his rival in love.Back in their previous life, the time travel device he created was based on Professor XAL’s blueprint and component setup. So Megan’s rebirth was, in some strange way, still tied to Tristan.

Karl used to wish nothing more than for the man in front of him to drop dead. But now? Now he just wanted him to live—live for Megan, and maybe a little because it would be such a waste for a genius to die young.

"Your design’s still top-notch as always," Karl said, not holding back the compliment.

Tristan gave a small smirk. "If I make it out of this alive, I’ll take you as my apprentice."

Karl froze for a second, clearly caught off guard.

Tristan glanced at him sideways. "What, you don’t wanna be my student?"

"Of course I do," Karl replied. "But since when were you so easy to deal with?"

Tristan pressed a hand against the wall. The overhead black nozzle quietly retracted as he said, "Becoming my student isn’t that simple. There’s a protocol—three bows and nine prostrations, minimum. Oh, and once my student, you’re basically my kid."

"You...!" Karl almost choked on air. He had never won a verbal spar with Tristan. "You damn warhound!"

Tristan had developed a liking for getting under Karl’s skin. Watching the guy grind his teeth in frustration gave him this weird sense of peace.

With a light snort, Tristan lit a cigarette, let it dangle from his lips, and started walking.

Karl took a deep breath. Thank god Keith wasn’t here; no way he could handle one more person seeing him get verbally wrecked.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a heavy steel door. Tristan stood by the side, and let the iris scanner identify him.

The door slid open.

Tristan stepped inside, Karl following close behind.

Inside, Nathaniel sat on an iron bed, lifting his face to see who’d walked in. He hadn’t been seen for days, and his hair had streaks of white now, with a thicker stubble lining his jaw.

"Here to laugh at me?"

Tristan stood silently, smoke curling around him, only a red ember from the cigarette flickering in the dim room.

After a long pause, he snubbed the cigarette out and dropped the stub into an evidence bag, sealing it with smooth precision.

"You think ending up in here is the real joke?" Tristan said, a scoffing smile playing on his lips. "No—your entire existence is the joke."

Nathaniel chuckled, rough and bitter. "Doesn’t matter. You won’t be laughing much longer either. Looking a bit pale there, aren’t you? Trouble breathing?"

Tristan’s gaze narrowed. "Even if my laugh’s short-lived, it’ll still outlast yours."

That made Nathaniel glance over at Karl. "So eager to send me off?"

"Wouldn’t be the worst idea," Tristan replied coldly, his voice like ice.

Nathaniel dropped his eyes. "Give me one more night—I’ll show you a way out."

"Mr. Ford of Northriver," Karl said, his lips curving into a sharp smirk. "Already figured that out." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Nathaniel realized he was out of chances. He let out a dry, dark laugh. "Does Charles know you’re playing dirty like this?"

"Does it matter? You breathing is already a cosmic waste," Tristan said, eyes fixed on him.

He glanced at Karl. "Go on, it’s your cue."

Karl pulled a small vial from his pocket and released a heart-borer sorcery worm.

The black-winged insect buzzed briefly before diving straight into Nathaniel’s ear.

His face twisted in agony. He turned to Karl. "You wanna know where your parents are?"

"What?" Karl’s fists clenched instantly.

Nathaniel’s mouth bled at the corner. "Don’t you care about them?"

"Jacob already told me what happened. Don’t try and deflect."

"They were lies," Nathaniel coughed out blood. "All of it! The truth is..."