The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 296 That... sounds like heaven?

The man’s sharp eyes finally focused, pupils tightening as he exhaled a long, heavy breath.

"I made it," Tristan whispered. "I’m alive."

Karl’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the man who came back from the dead. He stepped forward with guilt written all over his face.

"Sorry, man. I got here too late."

Tristan reached out, and Karl grabbed his hand, pulling him up without hesitation.

"Thank you. Both you and your wife."

"I’m your lifesaver, remember?" Luna suddenly jumped in front of them, clearly trying to be noticed. "I basically played god—let you die first, then pulled you back from the edge. A simple thank you is fine, really. Oh, and don’t even think of giving me less than a thousand bucks."

Karl’s face turned dark instantly. "Stop talking nonsense."

Tristan gave a small nod. "You saved my life. France’s amusement park is yours. I’ll have my assistant get the paperwork to you later. Don’t worry about being polite."

"That’s...an amusement park?" Luna blinked at Karl. "Wait, is it even worth a thousand?"

Karl let out a slow breath. Deep down, his heart ached for her. Luna never had a normal childhood—experimented on, pumped with poisons and antidotes like lab work. That she could still smile and joke now was already a miracle.

He gently ruffled her hair. "From now on, I’m taking you to every fun spot in the world."

Meanwhile, Tristan stood and hugged each of the four Lewis brothers one by one.

Oliver’s eyes were red with emotion. "Seriously, I thought we lost you for good. But now—you’re back. That’s amazing."

Tristan let out a grin. "If I hadn’t come back, you’d have completely taken over the business world. I couldn’t let your ego get that big."

Jason clapped him on the back. "I was the one who changed you out of your funeral clothes, by the way. Gotta say, they’re kinda snug now. Guess the old you’s back."

Tristan glanced down at what he was wearing and raised a brow. "You’re supposed to be fashion-savvy, right? What the hell is this outfit? Looks like it was made for a skeleton! I legit look like a stuffed rice dumpling."

Brandon’s eyes were glistening behind his glasses. "You brat... you walked through the gates of death. What did you see there?"Tristan’s voice was low as he recalled, "I remember seeing this big patch of cloud—pure white. And a rainbow. It felt like paradise. There were kids laughing, someone playing the harp... it was so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake up. I kept walking toward it, but then something just yanked me back. It was wild."

Brandon frowned slightly. "That... sounds like heaven?"

"I’ve done too many things in this life to be that lucky," Tristan replied, faintly smiling. "Probably just my brain messing with me."

Brandon gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Come on, man. You’ve always stood for what’s right. You’ve got nothing to be guilty about."

Samuel let out a sigh near the side while Oliver raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, what’s with the long face? Tristan freaking came back from the dead—it’s a freaking miracle. You moping around like someone owes you money."

Samuel suddenly slapped his own thigh. "I made a damn wish just now. Said if Tristan woke up, I’d stay single forever. Great, I basically cursed myself to be single for life."

Tristan chuckled. "Nah, even the dogs might pass on you."

Samuel twitched at the corner of his mouth. "I was spoon-feeding you water earlier and you couldn’t even swallow. Now you’re back, and the roast just upgraded."

Just then, Stella appeared in the doorway, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes teary.

Zachary gently reassured her, "Look, I told you Tristan would be okay. You didn’t believe it and even passed out from the shock."

Stella ran over, clutching Tristan’s hands tightly. "You’re alive... thank God you’re alive. You didn’t let Megan down after all."

Tristan looked up. "Mom, did you hide something from me?"

Stella quietly took out her phone, showing him a message from Megan:

Tristan, if you’re reading this, then I guess you made it through the gates of life and death. Congrats on your second chance. It hurts me so much that I couldn’t be there with you at the end. And I hate that I wasn’t the first thing you saw when you came back.

But I know your heart always held on—for me, and for our child. Life’s full of hellos and goodbyes, but I believe they all lead us to better reunions... whether in this life or the next.

While I’m gone, please remember to take care of yourself.

Tristan, five years. We’ll see each other again in five years.

Tristan’s nose stung and hot tears landed on the screen.

He asked quietly, "Mom... when did she send you this?"

"The night she left," Stella said through sobs. "She made me promise—once you were healed, I had to show you."

Tristan stared at the message for a long moment. "She believed I’d survive all along."

Then he turned toward Karl. "Do you think she’s in Northriver?"