The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 245 The Fake Tears

The door opened, and the girl immediately threw herself into the man’s arms.

"Jason, I missed you so much."

Jason held her gently, his warm hand patting her back, but his eyes... they were cold as ice.

Michelle looked up at him, puffing out her pink lips like she usually did.

Jason gripped her chin, his gaze fixed on her. There was a time when just looking at her made him want to hold her forever, but now, that desire was completely gone.

She waited for the usual show of affection, but instead saw the mocking smile tugging at the corners of his lips when she opened her eyes.

"Hmmph," Michelle huffed and tried to pull away.

Jason’s eyes grew darker, and without saying another word, he leaned in and kissed her.

Life’s short, and Jason realized he’d been acting his whole time through it—this, though, might just be his biggest role yet.

He opened his eyes mid-kiss, staring at the girl who was so into it, a chill flickering in his eyes.

After a while, they finally broke apart.

Michelle nuzzled against his chest, voice soft. "Let’s go have dinner now."

"Sure," Jason replied, sliding an arm around her slim waist as they headed downstairs.

Just as expected, Mrs. Lewis was already seated at the head of the dining table.

She beamed when she saw them. "Jason, Michelle, come on and have a seat."

Jason let out a short laugh. "Well, that’s unexpected. The sun must’ve come up from the west today—Grandma’s actually joining us for dinner. I remember what happened on New Year’s Eve... weren’t you grounded in the prayer room?"

Mrs. Lewis let out an awkward chuckle, her gaze sweeping across everyone. "I’ve been reflecting lately. I’ve made a lot of bad choices, and I never really took the time to make things right before. What happened with Amelia—that’s not on you. She made her own mess. Funny, isn’t it? I ignored my real family to side with someone who tried to hurt us more than once."

She looked around, eyes brimming with tears. "Do you think... you could forgive me?"

The table went quiet. She started to panic and turned to Stella. "Stella, can you forgive me?"

But Stella didn’t bite. After all, trying to hurt her daughter wasn’t something she could just let go. She responded with a smile, "Mom, really? You tried to harm my daughter and her unborn baby—that question’s kind of wasted on me, don’t you think?"

Mrs. Lewis froze mid-smile. This woman—always so sharp—was clearly siding with Megan.

But for Amelia’s sake, she swallowed her pride. She took a deep breath and fidgeted with her prayer beads. "Megan... Grandma really messed up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Megan’s eyes drifted to her pale knuckles turning white against the beads. She smiled, "Grandma, aren’t you being too serious now? Don’t say stuff like that—it sounds like you’re shortening my life or something. You’re the elder. I’m the junior. Of course I can’t take everything to heart. We’re family—let’s just move on."

Mr. Lewis nodded. "It shows real kindness for Megan not to hold a grudge. But, Teresa, learn your lesson, alright? One mistake is a mistake. Do it again, and you won’t be forgiven next time."

Mrs. Lewis’s smile stiffened as she nodded. "Understood."

Over the next few days, she kept dropping by to check on Megan and Emily, acting like nothing awkward had ever happened.Even knowing it was an act, Megan still gave it her all.

Emily looked genuinely puzzled and leaned in to whisper, "Megan, people don’t just start being nice for nothing. I don’t know, Gran suddenly being all kind creeps me out."

Emily had always been sweet and naïve—that’s exactly why Brandon Lewis fell for her in the first place.

Megan had hesitated before deciding whether to tell her the truth. She didn’t really want Emily to see the ugly side of people. But in the end, she showed her the security footage from that night.

Emily’s expressions were a whole drama reel—shocked, confused, disbelieving, and then just sad.

She shook her head. "What? Isn’t she all about chanting and praying? Even if she hates us for some reason, what did the baby do? How can she justify ending a life so small and innocent? Was her kindness just a front?"

Megan gently held her icy hands. "I really didn’t want you to see how dark people can be. But it’s important now—you have to take care of yourself. Has Michelle done anything odd to you lately?"

Emily thought for a beat. "Not really... though her necklace is kinda weird. It smells... odd. Maybe it’s just my nose being super sensitive ’cause I’m pregnant, but every time I catch that scent, my stomach twists a bit."

Megan frowned slightly. "You’re still early in your pregnancy, so everything’s more sensitive and risky. It’s possible the necklace isn’t just jewelry. Here’s what I need you to do..."

She leaned in close and whispered in Emily’s ear. Emily nodded quickly. "I’ve never lied about anything before."

"You’ll get used to it," Megan raised her eyebrows slightly.

By the next afternoon, Michelle knocked on Brandon’s door. "Emily, lunch’s ready."

Then came a sharp scream. Michelle rushed to open the door.

Inside, Emily sat stiff on the bed, face pale with fear. Blood was seeping between her legs, staining everything.

Panicking, Michelle bolted out to call for help.

Brandon was the first to rush in. His face turned white. "What happened!?"

"Brandon, my stomach... it hurts, it really hurts..."

Without hesitation, he picked her up. "Samuel! Start the car! We’ve got to get her to the hospital!"

Samuel, pale himself, grabbed a blanket to cover Emily and sprinted off to get the car.

Stella and Megan stepped out from the kitchen, alarmed. "What’s going on?"

Michelle, wiping away fake tears, said, "I just went to get Emily for lunch, then I heard her scream. I opened the door and... blood everywhere..."

Stella swayed, shaken. Megan caught her before she could fall. "Sis, help Mom back inside. I’ll go with them."

Tristan grabbed a coat and wrapped it around Megan. "Wait, I’ll go get the car."

Jason frowned. "I’m coming too."

Megan held his hand gently. "No need. Stay here with Mom."

Inside the car, Tristan buckled her seatbelt. "You’re not crying—you okay?"

Megan sniffled. "Was my acting that bad?"

Tristan pinched her cheek. "Even the sneakiest fox can’t fool the hunter. Now tell me, what are you and Emily up to?"

"Just trying to make sure nothing happens to her baby."

Tristan drove right behind Samuel’s car. "Does Brandon know?"

Megan grinned. "Nope. That’s the point. If my brother had known, he’d have called it out in two seconds flat."