The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 272 That’s when you’re the most beautiful

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 That’s when you’re the most beautiful

Jason stared coldly at the woman kneeling on the bed in front of him. Her once delicate, graceful face was almost unrecognizable now.

His old feelings for her had long since vanished—what was once true affection had turned into a bitter regret. Being tricked like that? It was torture.

"Why me?" he asked, his voice low and emotionless.

Wendy Ford gripped the bedsheet tighter, tears slipping down her scratched-up cheeks, her eyes red and swollen with grief.

"Because I love you! I always have—from the time I was a kid. Jason, please forgive me," she cried.

Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, letting out a cold laugh. "Love? Let’s not kid ourselves. The one you really wanted was Tristan. I was just your backup plan."

Wendy’s voice cracked, "Back then you were like a brother to me. I didn’t dare cross the line. That’s why I buried everything deep down. I thought if I picked someone like Tristan, I’d have a better life. But now... now I really do love you. Look, even when I hated others, I never thought about hurting you. I swear, the food I gave you wasn’t poisoned. Jason, I’m begging you—give me one more chance."

Jason’s brows furrowed tightly. Without a word, he tossed a small black pill onto the bed.

Wendy’s eyes lit up. She grabbed it and popped it into her mouth. The moment it touched her tongue, the itchiness that had tormented her disappeared. Her whole body relaxed, and she sank back onto the bed with a rare sense of peace.

She looked up at him with hope in her eyes, slid to the floor, and clutched at the bottom of his pants, her fingers trembling.

"Thank you, Jason. I knew you still cared. Can you forgive me now?"

She truly believed he still had feelings for her. Why else would he bring her the antidote?

But his next words hit her like a bucket of ice water.

"My feelings for you died the second I knew who you really were. All I’ve got left for you is disgust. I didn’t give you the antidote out of love. We don’t do things your way—we don’t torture for fun. We just needed to be sure you really were Wendy Ford."

Wendy covered her face and cried harder. "I messed up, I really did. Please, Jason—just forgive me."

Jason calmly took a step back. "You’ll go back to where you belong. Capitol City Prison has a cell waiting for you. Hundreds died because of you. Time to face the consequences."

When he turned to leave, Wendy suddenly hugged his leg tightly.

"Jason, please, don’t be so heartless. That place isn’t fit for anyone to live in. I’m only twenty-two—I can’t throw away my best years behind bars. Please... for the sake of what we once had..."

Jason lifted his head, staring at the ceiling. He let out a dry chuckle. "That time was the darkest Chapter of my life. If I could erase it, I’d gladly forget everything."

Without another glance, he walked out and shut the door behind him. Then came Zeta Prime.

It let out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, here we go again. Gonna have to stare at this old witch every day? What a drag."

Wendy’s eyes darkened slightly. "Zeta Prime, can you get me some water? I’m really thirsty."

Zeta cackled. "You’re wasting your breath. That pitiful act doesn’t work on me. Go try your fake sob story on someone else."

Realizing Zeta wasn’t buying it, Wendy didn’t bother pushing further. She laid back down, quietly calculating her next move—how to get out of this place.

Meanwhile, Brandon and Samuel were on their way to Northriver, speeding down the road.

Brandon called Megan. "Megan, I heard. How’s Tristan doing?"

"He’s stable for now... but just coughed up blood again."

Brandon let out a heavy sigh. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why do you keep handling this all alone? He’s such an idiot sometimes."Megan looked down at the pale man lying beside her. With a soft sigh, she gently brushed his messy bangs aside. "Such a dummy," she murmured. "Never knows how to take care of himself. Always making me worry. But all he ever wants is to protect me, so I don’t have to feel guilty or blame myself."

"Take care of him. Love him. Treat every single day like it might be the last," Brandon paused for a second. "Samuel and I are on our way to Northriver. We’re going to find Karl. Waiting any longer is just too risky—we’ve got time, but Tristan doesn’t."

Megan frowned. "That temple in Northriver isn’t exactly on Google Maps. Even if you get close, it’s not easy climbing up there."

"That’s why we need you to track Karl’s location. If the master hacker can’t crack it, I know ShadowWing can."

She looked even more worried. "But if I do crack Karl’s location, he’ll notice. He told me not to come looking for him. And what if something happens to you two? What am I supposed to do then? Emily’s pregnant... if anything happens to you..."

Brandon chuckled. "Nothing’s gonna happen. My baby girl’s waiting for me."

Megan blinked, then laughed. "Baby girl? What, you got a lab test done or something?"

"Nope. Just a hunch." Brandon smirked. "Your anatomy scan’s the day after tomorrow, right? You’ll find out if it’s a boy or girl then."

"I’m not planning to ask," Megan said softly. "I want Tristan to tell me himself. I want him in the delivery room with me when the baby arrives."

Brandon’s voice caught. "Alright. We’ll be back before then."

After hanging up, Brandon stared silently out the window at the scenery zipping past.

"What did Megan say?" Samuel asked.

"She said I’d better keep an eye on your ridiculous self. Don’t go causing a mess."

Samuel scoffed. "That doesn’t sound like her at all. My little sis thinks I’m her role model. She’d never say something like that."

"Sure," Brandon replied.

Samuel looked smug at that.

Then Brandon added dryly, "Model—like a nausea-inducing one."

Samuel groaned, "Can you be normal for once?!"

Their car sped through the mellow sunlight of early spring, as if a wildcat raced across an open field.

Megan, after hanging up, stepped into the bathroom. She soaked a dry towel in warm water, then came back to Tristan’s side.

Seeing his pale, drawn face made her heart ache. She gently wiped the sweat on his forehead and the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Tristan’s eyes fluttered open and locked onto hers. A single teardrop fell from her cheek and landed on his forehead, hot enough to burn straight through to his heart.

"Why are you crying again? I’m fine," he said softly.

Megan sniffled. "You’ve got some nerve. I don’t usually cry, but now I’m basically a broken faucet."

Tristan chuckled, voice raspy. "A faucet, huh? That’s oddly accurate."

He reached up to wipe away her tears. "You don’t look so great when you cry. Except..."

"Except what?"

Tristan slowly sat up, his gaze devouring her delicate face. His fingers grazed her brow, each touch slow and reverent, like he was studying a sacred masterpiece.

He leaned in close and murmured, "Except when you’re in bed, crying and begging me to stop. That’s when you’re the most beautiful."

Megan burst into laughter through her tears and gave him a light punch on the chest. "You’re half-dead and still mouthing off!"

He pulled her into his arms, running his fingers through her hair. "Megan, I love you. No matter how many times I say it, it’s never enough."

"You’ve already showed me, haven’t you?" she teased, half-laughing, half-sniffling.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Is my girl dropping hints again? Telling me I should show her some more love?"

She pressed a finger gently to his lips. "Hush. Just hold me like this and pretend the world has stopped for a bit."