The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 261 It’s time the Lewis family settled a few scores

Chapter 261: Chapter 261 It’s time the Lewis family settled a few scores

Megan shot her a cold glance. "Go ahead and eat. You made this bed, now lie in it."

Mrs. Lewis’s hands trembled as she brought the food to her mouth, her lips quivering.

Megan leaned back in her chair, tilting her head with a playful smirk. "Come on, be our test mouse. Better you take the risk than drag the whole table down with you."

Mrs. Lewis looked around at the grim faces surrounding the table, then shot Michelle a glance. Michelle’s stare was sharp, like a silent threat.

Closing her eyes, Mrs. Lewis was just about to put the food in her mouth when Mr. Lewis smacked it right out of her hand.

"Are you out of your mind?" He took a piece of sponge gourd with his chopsticks, walked over to Mrs. Hall, and squatted down beside the cage to feed the white mouse.

The mouse nibbled enthusiastically for a few seconds before it began twitching, spurting blood, and soon lay there motionless.

Mr. Lewis flung his chopsticks aside furiously and stormed up to Mrs. Lewis, grabbing her collar. Without warning, he delivered two loud slaps across her face. "How many times do you need to screw up before you learn? Were you planning on wiping out the whole family?!"

His expression was thunderous. "When will you wake up? How far does someone need to go to make you see how twisted you’ve become?"

Mrs. Lewis slapped his hands away, yelling, "Twisted? And Megan isn’t?! She didn’t drive Wendy Ford into the ground?"

Another slap cracked across her face, messing up her hair, with strands sticking to her now swollen cheek. She looked utterly disheveled.

Mr. Lewis snapped, "I don’t get it. How haven’t you figured it out by now? Wendy brought this all on herself. That girl was toxic from the start. Just like you."

Samuel leaned back with one leg propped over the other, looking completely unfazed. "Grandma, Megan’s actually played pretty fair with you today. She gave you chances, but you kept pushing. You even tried to hurt her and the baby. Think about it—what did that baby ever do to you?"

"She’s innocent? And Wendy wasn’t? You people ruined her life!"

Megan propped her elbows on the table, cupping her face with both hands like she was watching a drama. "Oh? Just how ruined are we talkin’?"

Mrs. Lewis clenched her wrinkled hands, lips pursed, clearly hesitating. She couldn’t admit that Wendy had been trafficked overseas. That would expose Michelle.

She stubbornly turned her head to the side.

Megan turned her eyes toward Michelle. "Sis-in-law? Wanna explain?"

Mrs. Lewis’s eyes widened. She turned sharply to Megan. "What does Michelle have to do with this?! You vile woman! You just want to wreck Jason and Michelle’s relationship!"

Zachary stood up abruptly. "Mom!"

"What? You gonna hit me now?" Mrs. Lewis sneered, her chin raised in defiance.

That’s when Tristan finally spoke. "If it weren’t for your family ties, you’d be dead by now."

He said it like he was talking about squashing a bug, ice-cold and casual.

"If you weren’t related to the Lewises, you’d have been six feet under already." His glare cut through her. "Starting from the first time you went after Megan... I’m not letting this drop. You’ll pay for everything you’ve done—behind bars for good."

Megan lifted her chin. "So, sis-in-law? Or should I say, Wendy Ford?"

Michelle’s mind went blank—but her face didn’t twitch. She glanced around looking completely lost. "Wendy Ford? Wait, she’s back?"

Megan grinned like a cat who caught the mouse. "Creepy, huh? You out here looking for yourself."

Michelle blinked, baffled. "Megan, what are you even saying?""Tristan, some folks just won’t learn until they hit rock bottom."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Tristan signaled, and Cameron Brooks led in a man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"You’ve got one shot. Make it count."

The man glanced at Tristan’s cold, sharp features and gave a small nod. Clearing his throat, he began, "When she came to us, she had a deep cut on the left side of her face. This is how she originally looked."

He pulled a photo from his pocket and held it up for everyone. "I snapped this secretly. We weren’t allowed to take any before pics. But I had my own plans—figured she’d be a good ad for our work."

"We rebuilt her face based off a photo we were given. Everything—the forehead, eyes, nose, lips—even her figure. Chest, hips, bones... we used stimulants to boost bone growth."

"Her voice? Altered too. All that to make her look like some no-name actress from Verduria."

Megan let out a soft laugh, "Oh dear Michelle, got anything to say for yourself?"

Michelle, tears streaming down her face, looked pitiful. "I... I don’t know who this man is. Why is he slandering me like this?"

"If it’s lies, then a DNA test will clear things up," Megan said coolly.

Michelle looked shaken, eyes wide as she turned to the unreadable Jason. "Jason, you really think I’d lie to you?"

She grabbed his arm, her voice desperate. "You once said I was the one person you trusted most!"

Jason pried her fingers off one by one, his laugh cold. "Ever since you stepped into the temple and started whispering to Grandma, I’ve had this sick feeling—like I swallowed a fly. Turns out that was you. Wendy Ford. What a performance."

Michelle shook her head frantically, "No, no, I swear, that’s not true!"

Jason flung her hands off as she tried to hold on to him. "Don’t touch me. You make my skin crawl."

Sobbing, Michelle cried, "I don’t know what he’s talking about—it’s not me!"

"Still playing dumb, huh?" Megan whipped out her phone and dialed, putting it on speaker. "Karl, is there a kind of sorcery worm that makes people super itchy? Like, unbearable type of itch?"

Karl chuckled on the other end. "Sure is. It flares up once a month—makes people itch like crazy, wanna scratch their own skin off. Unless you take the antidote, the symptoms will out you eventually. Lock ’em in a sealed room for a month—if they’ve got it, it’ll show."

Megan turned off speaker and asked, "You really okay?"

"I’m good," Karl replied. In the background, a girl’s voice piped up, "Karl, come fold planes with me!"

Megan smiled softly. "Are you in love or what?"

"Married actually. I’ll fill you in sometime."

Megan froze, staring at the ended call, trying to process. Married?

He went to Northriver and came back hitched? Wow. Love really needs no GPS. But hey, long as he’s happy.

She looked back at Michelle. "Grandma’s headed to jail. You’ll be staying in the temple for a bit. Just for a month."

Michelle’s face turned ghostly as she stared at Jason again. "You really don’t believe me?"

"Haven’t since you walked into that temple. And I never will."

"Then let’s break up!" she snapped, circling the chairs and heading for the door.

Jason barely raised an eyebrow as he caught her wrist. "You think you can just walk away? Nah, Michelle. It’s time the Lewis family settled a few scores."