The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 289 Bring me a knife

Tristan was clearly shaken when he heard the news.

Honestly, death scared him more than ever now. If he died, he’d never see Megan or their baby again. He wouldn’t get to watch their child grow up. That thought crushed him. He just wanted to be with them.

The members of the Lewis family were all genuinely relieved to hear it.

The soft, teary vibe of the wedding vanished, replaced by cheerful excitement.

But over at the ancestral hall, things took a turn for the worse.

When Mrs. Hall walked in with a tray of food, she saw a woman lying on her side, her back toward the door, completely still.

Frowning, Mrs. Hall set the tray on the table and walked over to check.

But just as she reached out, the woman suddenly turned around and slammed a bronze statue into her forehead.

Mrs. Hall collapsed. The woman squatted next to her, swinging the statue over and over.

Blood splattered across her pale face, her eyes bloodshot and wild. She didn’t stop until the woman beneath her stopped moving completely.

Wendy looked at the bronze statue in her hand, now covered in blood. Red streaks slid down the serene face of the Bodhisattva.

She gave a low, bitter laugh. "Who’s gonna save you? You? That’s a joke."

She dropped the statue, wiped her hands on the bedsheet, and dashed out of the hall.

Since it was the Lewis family wedding today, the place was packed. No one noticed a lone figure slipping upstairs.

Emily felt especially tired today and just wanted to lie down. She didn’t expect a hand to clap down hard on her shoulder.

Shocked, she spun around, eyes wide. "You?!"

Wendy held a knife to her neck. "My life’s already screwed, so now I’m gonna wreck yours. Walk downstairs with me, nice and quiet, or I’ll slit your throat right here."

Emily was pregnant. She couldn’t—didn’t dare—to resist. All she could do was let Wendy drag her downstairs.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. "Third Madam’s being held hostage by Michelle!"

"Has Michelle lost her mind?!"

"Call the cops, quick!"

People turned toward the noise, staring as Wendy stood behind Emily, a knife pressed to her throat.

Wendy grinned and started walking them toward the lake. "Surprise! Bet you weren’t expecting this. Consider it my wedding gift."

Brandon rushed forward. "Let her go!"

Wendy laughed wildly. "Who do you think you are, barking orders at me? One twitch from me and her blood’s all over the grass. And that thing growing in her belly? Gone."

Brandon’s jaw clenched in fury. "Please, just don’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you want."

"Great! Then stab yourself. Three times. Right now!" she said, waving the knife mockingly.

Jason pointed straight at her. "Don’t hurt women and kids! If you’re furious, take it out on me!"

Wendy clicked her tongue. "Too bad! Hurting women and kids is kind of my thing. Thanks to you all, I’m not even human anymore. You killed me—so now I’m dragging a few of you with me. Oliver, Jason, Brandon, Samuel—grab some knives and stab yourselves, three times each. Show’s over otherwise!"

Oliver turned to Mrs. Ford. "Mrs. Ford, please bring us four knives."

She hesitated, clearly torn. "Young Master..."

"Hurry!" he barked."You can’t go!" Megan clenched her fists tightly as she walked toward them, step by step. "Take me instead, one for four. You can vent all your anger on me."

Wendy let out a sharp laugh. "What a touching sibling bond. Where was all this kindness when it came to me?"

Oliver snorted. "If you’d just behaved yourself, no one in the Lewis family would’ve denied you a meal. But you’ve never reflected on anything. Think about all the messed-up stuff you’ve done since we were kids. And even now, you’re still blaming everyone else but yourself."

"Shut up!" Wendy’s voice cracked as her emotions boiled over. "None of you ever cared about what I was going through! The real daughter came back—of course there was no place left for me! What’s wrong with wanting a little love, a little attention? What did I do that’s so unforgivable?"

"You’re just too selfish!" Samuel fired back. "You never wanted the truth to come out about who the real daughter is."

"Oh please!" Wendy shouted, eyes wide with resentment. "Everyone just looks out for themselves, right? It’s not my fault. Everything that’s happened—it’s all on you!"

She dragged Emily toward the lakeside, her grip like iron. "I wonder, would two people’s blood be enough to stain this whole lake red?"

Lifting her skirt, Megan steadily approached. "Wendy, just calm down. Let’s talk it out. You want freedom? Fine, I’ll give it to you. Just let Emily go. We won’t hold this against you."

"Liar!" Wendy glared at her. "You all want me dead! I’ve had it with all of you!"

"Then what do you want?" Megan spoke gently, trying to keep her calm.

"What do I want?" Wendy screamed. "I want every single one of you to die! If it wasn’t for you people, I wouldn’t be in this hell right now!"

Megan’s eyes flicked to the blood starting to seep from Emily’s neck. She held up her hands, urging calm. "Wendy, listen. I’ll go in her place. She has nothing to do with this. You want someone to hate—that’s me. So let it be me."

"You’re trained. That gives you an edge over me."

Megan gave a faint, bitter smile. "With a belly this big, you think I can even lift a foot to fight?"

Tristan stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Don’t go."

He looked straight at Wendy. "I’ll take their place—let them go."

Wendy burst into twisted laughter, as if she’d just heard the funniest joke. "You? Take their place? What am I, brain-dead?"

"I’ll die. Just let them go." Tristan’s voice was calm, steady. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Then Brandon stepped up. "I’ll do it. Let them go."

Wendy’s eyes blazed with fury. "How noble. Fine, you two can die together. Then I’ll let Emily go!"

Tristan turned to Mrs. Hall. "Bring me a knife."

But Mrs. Hall froze, panicked, sobbing with fear.

Just then Megan surged forward. "What if I go as the hostage? Wouldn’t it feel better to deal with me directly?"

"Don’t come any closer!" Wendy’s grip tightened, the blade digging in deeper. Her eyes flicked suddenly with a new idea. "Go to the middle of the lake. Let that freezing water drown the bastard in your belly, and I’ll let her go."

The bright red blood was already soaking through Emily’s white dress.

Without hesitation, Megan stepped toward the artificial lake.

"No!" Tristan’s eyes went bloodshot.

Megan turned back slightly. "Stay right there!"

Tears streamed down Emily’s face. "Megan, don’t!"

Then, all of a sudden, she threw herself against the blade. Crimson blood sprayed everywhere.

No one expected Emily to do that—not even Wendy. Her hands shook. The knife clattered to the ground.