The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 247 The Baby, the Lie, and the Snake

Chapter 247: Chapter 247 The Baby, the Lie, and the Snake

"Michelle’s necklace is shady. Emily says every time she’s near it and smells that weird scent, her stomach cramps up like hell. So instead of confronting her, we faked a miscarriage scene—make Michelle back off while we quietly take care of the baby."

Samuel paused, confused. "Alright, but why are we pretending like we don’t know?"

Brandon gave him a cold side glance. "You know why the God of Hackers can’t beat Blackwing?"

Samuel huffed, "Well, now I feel insulted."

"Yeah, you should." Brandon didn’t hold back the sarcasm. "It’s all to lure Wendy Ford out. Catch her in the act."

Samuel: "..."

Brandon looked at the closed metal doors of the OR. "So what’s the setup inside?"

Megan just silently pulled out a bag of dried dates and started munching. "Take a wild guess."

Brandon stared at her deadpan expression and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. "Seriously? If anything really happened to Emily, you’d still be stuffing your face?"

Megan handed him the bag. "Want some? They’re pretty good."

Brandon sighed and leaned back against the wall, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A wave of fear hit him—if he hadn’t known the truth ahead of time, what just happened could’ve been real.

Over by the window, Tristan lit a cigarette. He looked out at the non-stop traffic, the rush of the city blurring like time on fast-forward.

Tomorrow was Nathaniel’s execution day, and he planned to be there himself—zero margin for error.

Brandon walked up next to him. "You knew about all this?"

"I was just as in the dark. Those two women fooled us all."

Brandon rubbed his fingertips, "Got another one?"

Tristan reached into his pocket, flipped a cigarette from the pack and handed it over, then lit up a flame from his lighter, the orange flicker shooting high.

Brandon took a puff, the red tip glowing with each inhale—like the beat of a heartbeat.

"You’ve been pretty distracted lately," he said.

"Have I?" Tristan gave a strange little smile. "Maybe. Nathaniel’s execution is like a ticking time bomb. One wrong move, boom."

Brandon exhaled a stream of smoke. "Trouble outside, chaos inside—we’re basically surrounded."

Tristan chuckled. "Just make sure Emily’s safe. As for the rest, Megan’s got her own plans."

"She does care deeply. But to be honest, I’ve never felt this helpless before. Like falling into a pitch-black hole, or being thrown straight into a furnace. That kind of fear? I never want to feel it again."

Tristan knew that feeling all too well. The moment he heard Nathaniel only had five months left to live, that was exactly how he felt.

The haunting anxiety, the breath-choking panic, the struggle against fate—he never wanted to go through that again. Every day since had felt like lava running through his veins, like being deep-fried in grief and rage.

The thought of losing someone never stopped burning inside him.

With a bitter smile tugging at his lips, he nodded. "Yeah... I get it."

Half an hour later, the light above the OR door went off.

The metal door slid open, and a nurse wheeled out Emily’s portable bed.

The doctor followed right behind, turning to Megan. "Miss Shaw, your friend’s procedure went smoothly. Just needs plenty of rest now."Megan gave the doctor a nod. "Thanks, Director Song. You’ve done a lot."

The doctor returned the nod and walked into the OR.

Brandon Lewis held Emily’ hand. "How’re you holding up?"

Before she could say anything, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Megan gently pressed down on Emily’s hand and looked up. "Jason, Wendy, you’re here."

Suddenly, Emily let out a heart-wrenching wail. "My baby! Why? Why did this happen to my baby?"

Megan cleared her throat and whispered, "Okay, that’s a bit much. Tragedy doesn’t always need shouting. Tone it down."

Emily instantly lowered her voice, now sobbing softly. "My poor little one... You’re just six weeks old, and you’re already leaving me?"

Brandon’s eyes stung from holding back tears, but a chuckle escaped him anyway.

Turning slightly, he covered his mouth with a hand, his lips pulling up in a helpless smile behind long fingers.

Jason patted his shoulder. "Brandon, I’m really sorry."

Brandon turned to him, his voice calm and resolute. "Life moves on, right? We can try again."

Then his eyes shifted to Michelle, who was clinging to Emily’s hand by the bed. He looked back at Jason. "So, tell me—how’s it feel, inviting a snake into your home?"

Jason froze. "You know everything?"

Brandon gave a subtle nod.

Jason sighed in guilt. "I can’t shake it. I feel awful. What happened to Emily’s baby... Michelle’s got a lot to do with it."

Brandon patted his brother on the back. "Don’t beat yourself up. When the truth comes out, she’s going to pay—big time."

Jason lowered his head. He’d never expected things to spiral like this. Michelle was more dangerous than she looked. Without even making a sound, she’d managed to harm Emily and her baby. It was beyond sick.

Only one thought consumed him now—he wanted her ruined. Crushed. Gone for good. No peace, not in this life, not ever.

Until now, he’d only ever hated one person like this—Wendy Ford.

Now Michelle joined that list.

The deeper the love, the harsher the disgust.

His chest rose and fell sharply, anger simmering beneath. After a few deep breaths, he followed the others out.

Inside the private hospital room, Emily curled up under the blanket, brows furrowed, eyes blank.

"You guys can go," she murmured. "I just want Brandon to stay."

Michelle squeezed her icy hand. "Take care, okay? I’ll come by tomorrow."

"Mm."

Megan leaned over, tucking back a strand of hair from her cheek. "Want me to bring anything to eat tomorrow?"

Emily shook her head. "I’ve got zero appetite. If I want something, I’ll text."

Megan nodded lightly. "Got it."

Once everyone had left, Brandon quietly closed the door behind them.

He walked to her bed, grinning at the sight of his tiny wife buried under blankets.

Pulling the covers off her, Emily quickly yanked them back up to hide half her face. "Sorry..."

Brandon chuckled. "If ’sorry’ fixed everything, we wouldn’t need cops, would we?" He leaned closer, still smirking. "You nailed the act though. Might’ve missed your calling. Could’ve cleaned up at the film awards."

Emily peeked out from the blanket, then sat up and nestled into his solid chest. "I nearly broke down in the car. Megan insisted I had to act all the way to the hospital. She said Michelle would come for sure. Once she thought I lost the baby, she’d stop coming after me."

Brandon brushed a kiss against her hair. "When I saw you sitting there in that blood... I only had one thought."

"What?"

"If the baby’s gone... then we’ll stop trying. It’ll just be the two of us. I can’t watch you suffer through this again."