The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 208 Godfather and Guardian

Tristan knew Karl’s mission was basically a one-way ticket. If it wasn’t something so serious, he would’ve agreed without hesitation.

The two men froze mid-toast.

Tristan gave a crooked smile. "Anything but Megan, I’m in."

Karl nodded. "Then let me be your kid’s godfather."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "With that delicate-looking face of yours, you’re more suited to be a godmother."

Karl: "..." This jerk.

Seeing Karl’s pissed-off expression, Tristan cracked up. "Alright, I’ll allow it."

At that, Karl’s expression eased up. He downed the tea in one go. It burned a little, but the taste was smooth and comforting.

He sat quietly for a few seconds, then looked up at Tristan. "Don’t worry. I’ll make it back. Once I’ve taken care of the person behind all this, I’ll help you and Megan lift the curse."

Putting on his scarf and slipping into a mink coat, Karl grabbed his gloves and headed toward the door.

Tristan watched him from behind. "We’ll be waiting for you."

Karl smiled faintly. "Count on it."

Watching his friend’s lonely figure fade, Tristan couldn’t shake the feeling that this curse wasn’t going to be easy to break. If it were that simple, they would’ve done it already.

If Megan got hurt, he wouldn’t want to go on living. But if it were him who got hurt, he hoped Megan could still find some peace in life. So of course he wanted the curse gone.

But if clearing it meant Karl had to pay some crazy price... he’d rather not.

Tristan pulled out his phone and called Megan. Her sweet voice chimed in right away.

"Babe, I’m still at the hospital."

"I might be home a bit late tonight—got a few things to wrap up."

She understood. So much had happened lately. Naturally, his desk must be overflowing with paperwork.

"Got it," she replied.

He wished he could tie her to his belt and keep her by his side 24/7. "I’ll bring you supper tonight. What do you wanna eat?"

"How about... you?"

Her cheeky tone got to him instantly—being apart was seriously torture.

He exhaled hard. "Then wait for me."

Just then, Samuel’s voice rang out loud, "I want crispy pork, pan-seared codfish..."

"This glutton," Tristan muttered and hung up. He stood up and turned to Cameron. "Back to Reid Corp."

The foodie in question pulled a face and returned the phone to Megan. "Seriously, your man’s like a walking ice block. Total mood killer."

Megan just smiled. Only she knew Tristan wasn’t ice—he was her sunshine, always warm, always with her.

She turned to the bed where Stella was spoon-feeding soup to Emily, one sip at a time.

"Well, look at that. Another daughter joins the clan," Stella said, placing the bowl on the table. She gently tucked a stray lock behind Emily’s ear. "Look at that skinny little face—you’ve gotta eat up if you wanna have a nice, healthy baby in the future."

Emily’s pale cheeks flushed. "Auntie, Brandon and I just started dating."

Brandon held onto her hand. "Once you’re outta here, let’s go register our marriage."

"Isn’t that a bit fast?" Her mouth said one thing, but the shy smile tugging at her lips said otherwise.

Brandon sighed. "If I don’t bring home a girl soon, Dad’s gonna throw me into an arranged marriage with the Sun family’s daughter."

Emily’s smile froze. "Wait... seriously?"Megan stifled a laugh, "Brandon, seriously? That’s your idea of proposing? No flowers, no ring, just straight-up talking about getting a marriage license? You’re the definition of a straight man."

Stella threw a side glance at Brandon. "None of you boys learned anything about romance from your dad."

"Jason’s not too bad," Megan said, glancing at Jason, who lifted a brow at her.

Stella tsked loudly. "Not too bad? The man’s still single with not even a scandal attached to his name."

She paused for effect. "Jason, you’re not into guys, are you? I mean, word is, male actors face a lot of stress. But hey, I’m an open-minded mom. If you like guys, just bring one home, I’ll welcome him. It’s just a shame to waste such good genes."

Jason’s face turned from pale to flushed. "Mom, I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already deciding I’m gay? That’s not fair. I’m swamped with filming and variety shows. Where do I get the time to date? It’s all about timing, you know? When the time’s right, I’ll get married."

"Like Brandon," Oliver cut in. "Once he was sure about love, he jumped straight into marriage."

Samuel pouted, "I’m still young. Let my older brothers tie the knot first, I’ll look for happiness later."

Stella snorted, "You? Keep dreaming. With your goofy personality, by the time Megan’s kid starts school, you might still be single."

Megan chuckled helplessly. "Mom, that’s not fair. Maybe Sam will beat the others to it."

Stella shook her head. "With that kind of personality? No way. Look at our Brandon—he came through for me and brought home another sweet girl. Emily, from now on, don’t call me Auntie. It’s Mom, okay?"

Emily turned bright red, like a cooked shrimp, and softly said, "Mom."

Stella beamed with joy and launched into a full-on storytelling mode, recounting all of Brandon’s awkward childhood moments.

Megan walked to the window, watching the snow fall quietly outside.

Somewhere along the way, Oliver had joined her. "What’s on your mind?"

"Just wondering when this whole fight without guns is gonna end."

Oliver draped an arm over her shoulder, "Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon. You’ve got all your brothers watching your back."

"What were you guys talking about in the study earlier?"

Oliver looked into Megan’s clear eyes. "Just some business collaboration."

"You’re all hiding something. Tristan won’t tell me anything, and neither will you guys."

"Megan, you’re not alone anymore. Getting too worked up could affect the baby," Oliver said gently.

"I can pretty much guess. Election’s coming up, you guys want to get at the other guy’s weak spots. Tristan’s keeping quiet, so are you—so who’s making the move?"

Megan watched Oliver’s face, trying to read between the lines. "Big Bro, I’m insanely curious. If I don’t get at least some answers, I’m gonna be up all night. You want your nephew or niece born with dark circles?"

Oliver laughed, "Haven’t you heard curiosity killed the cat?"

"Come on, with you guys around, I’m safe. If a bullet’s flying my way, wouldn’t you be the first one to jump in?"

Oliver chuckled, "Shouldn’t that be Tristan’s job?"

Megan nodded seriously, "You wouldn’t let my kid be born fatherless, would you? You’d take the hit."