The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 292 Just... please, let me deliver this baby.

Chapter 292: Chapter 292 Just... please, let me deliver this baby.

When Megan heard the doubt in his voice, she gently pressed a fingertip between his brows. "Don’t overthink it. I believe Dad will manage to bring Mr. Ford back with him."

"Let’s hope so." Tristan still felt something wasn’t right.

After helping Megan finish her ginger tea, Tristan headed to the bathroom, pulled out his phone, and dialed Karl.

The call connected quickly. "Tristan, congrats on your wedding! Just heard from Uncle Nathan you and Megan tied the knot today."

Tristan gave a nonchalant reply, "About Mr. Ford... is it true he agreed to help me? Was he really moved by my father?"

Karl lowered his voice, "Honestly, I doubt it. He’s not someone who changes his mind easily. You’ve got to hang in there, wait for me. I already tried using Luna’s blood to detox myself and release the Silverwing King Worm... it didn’t work. Their blood clashes. Just about a month and a half left. Hold on, okay? Luna and I’ll be back soon. Just don’t let Mr. Ford step in—I don’t trust him."

"Got it. Looks like this really won’t be straightforward." Tristan sighed. "What’s your girl like?"

Karl glanced at the woman counting money beside him. "Greedy but ridiculously cute. Not much of a beauty, but she’s got that soft, adorable vibe. Can really get on your nerves sometimes, though."

Tristan let out a soft chuckle. "Sounds like you’re into her big time."

"Not too bad."

"That’s good," Tristan said, smiling. "Then maybe you’ll stop eyeing my Megan."

"You jerk, Tristan!"

With that, Tristan hung up. But the moment he moved, a mouthful of dark red blood spilled out into the sink.

Probably from soaking too long in the lake—it chilled him to the bone.

He quickly turned on the water, rinsing the sink clean.

After washing up and brushing his teeth, he quietly returned to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently caressed Megan’s face. He didn’t want her to worry.

He then texted his father, warning him not to bring Mr. Ford back.

Nathan Reid was a bit puzzled when he got the message, but knowing his son rarely acted rashly, he respectfully said goodbye to Mr. Ford, explaining that an emergency had come up at home and he had to leave. He promised to return in a few days to personally escort Mr. Ford to treat Tristan.

Time flew by. A month had already passed.

Every day, Megan would ask why Mr. Ford hadn’t shown up, questioning if something had gone wrong.

Watching Tristan grow thinner by the day, she was beyond anxious.She tried calling Karl, but he wouldn’t answer.

That day, right in front of her, Tristan coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out cold.

Megan broke down crying, panic washing over her. She knew Tristan wouldn’t last another half-month like this. She kept dialing Karl, but still got nothing.

Out of options, she sent a desperate text explaining everything.

Finally, he replied: [Waiting in Northriver. Don’t tell anyone. Come alone.]

Megan frowned, something about it felt off, but this might be their only chance.

Glancing at Tristan’s pale, thin face, helplessness tightened in her chest.

She grabbed a coat, snatched up the car keys, and walked out of the old house.

Calls kept coming in along the way, but she didn’t answer a single one. She’d even turned on a signal jammer—no way Samuel would be able to track her.

By dusk, she pulled up at the base of Northriver Mountain.

Her lower back was killing her. She was over seven and a half months pregnant now.

Carefully, she opened the door and stepped out, stretching her stiff limbs.

And then, a not-so-tall figure slowly approached.

Under the moonlight, she got a good look—it was an old man, white hair and beard, but oddly youthful for his age.

"Mr. Ford?" Megan called out.

The elderly man laughed heartily. "Well, well, you really came. Looks like you’re about eight months along?"

"Seven and a half, give or take."

"Come with me," he said, already turning away.

Megan caught up fast. "Mr. Ford, when will you help my husband with the sorcery worm?"

"The broken promise wasn’t on me," he said, stroking his beard. "Nathan Reid said he’d come fetch me, and then never showed again. Don’t blame me."

"I’m really sorry, Mr. Ford, I had no idea. But Tristan’s in a coma now... Please, I beg you, help him," Megan pleaded, dropping to her knees.

He quickly helped her up. "I can help. But there’s something you’ll have to do."

"What is it? Even if it costs me my life, I’ll accept it. Just... please, let me deliver this baby."

That made the old man chuckle again. "Why would I want your life? What I need from you is way less dramatic. Agree, and I’ll send Karl and Luna right now to treat your husband."

"Alright. I’m in," Megan replied.

He stepped closer and whispered something in her ear.After a moment, Megan nodded. "Okay, I’ll do it."