The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 295 I’m gonna ease his death—then bring him back

Chapter 295: Chapter 295 I’m gonna ease his death—then bring him back

Oliver looked grim as he gripped Karl’s hand. "Tristan’s not doing well."

Karl gave a sharp nod. "Don’t worry. With Luna here, he’ll make it through."

Luna grinned, patting her chest confidently. "Relax! As long as I’m here, Tristan’s not going down on my watch!"

The three walked into the house with the four Lewis brothers and headed upstairs.

As soon as they stepped inside the bedroom, the thick scent of blood hit them hard.

Karl rushed over and gasped—just under three months apart and Tristan looked like he’d been through hell.

His cheeks were sunken, eyes hollow, skin deathly pale, and his body thin as paper. If not for his faintly rising chest, Karl would’ve thought he was already gone.

Luna tugged at Karl’s sleeve, whispering, "This the ’breathtakingly handsome’ man you talked about?"

Karl nodded. "That’s him."

She raised a brow, "This the guy Megan fell for? The one she dumped you for?"

Karl’s face darkened. "Can you not bring that up now?"

Luna remained carefree. "The features are okay, but right now... yikes. He looks rough. Still not as good-looking as you though!"

Samuel frowned. "Can we focus on saving Tristan? He’s on the edge already!" He really didn’t care who looked prettier—typical thirst trap behavior...

Luna shrugged off her wool coat and plopped down beside the bed, placing her fingers on Tristan’s wrist.

"The sorcery worm in him is getting restless... it’s about to burst out."

Samuel asked, "Wait—if it breaks out, wouldn’t that be a good thing?"

Luna gave him a ’are-you-kidding-me’ look. "Good? He’ll die, genius!"

"What?! Then why are you just sitting there?" Samuel snapped, voice rising in panic.

Karl shot him a cold glance. "Calm down and trust Luna."

Luna pouted. "You look decent, but jeez, your temper’s something else."

Samuel swallowed his frustration and forced a polite tone. "Then I’ll leave it to you, Miss Luna."

Luna nodded. "Just wait."

Brandon couldn’t hold back anymore. "Wait until when exactly?"

"Until he kicks the bucket, of course!" Luna said cheerfully, eyes full of mischief.

Karl’s face tightened. "Luna, this isn’t a joke."

She looked a bit wronged. "I’m serious! This kind of sorcery worm is different from the others. If you kill it now, its pair will die too—and that means its host dies with it. You want Megan to die too?"Brandon nodded. "Yeah, the only way is to wait for that sorcery worm to die off completely. No shortcut there."

Tristan’s breathing was shallow, his pale lips barely moving.

Luna leaned close to his ear, trying to catch his weak words. Her nose stung, and her eyes welled with tears.

"What did he say?" Karl asked.

Luna started sobbing. "He said... let me die. Go find Megan."

Jason clenched a cigarette between his teeth, clearly on edge, hands balled tightly into fists.

Sniffling, Luna said, "Give me a knife."

"Hang on." Brandon grabbed a first-aid kit from the bedside table, pulled out a scalpel, and handed it to her.

She gripped the scalpel, ready to slice Tristan’s wrist.

Karl stopped her. "Wait, what are you even doing?"

"He’s in so much pain. I’m gonna ease his death—then bring him back," Luna said without hesitation.

Samuel rubbed his temples. "You want him to die first just to save him afterward? Are you serious right now?"

She pointed to his hand. "Didn’t you dodge an amputation ’cause of me?"

"That’s not the same!" Samuel froze for a second. This girl was definitely something else, but reviving someone from flatline? That was a bit too sci-fi.

"He’s a drug vessel, practically a half-dead already," Luna replied, her tone firm. "Just trust me."

Without another word, she made a deep cut along Tristan’s artery.

Dark red blood oozed out, thick and slow, nearly congealing.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

A tiny white worm squirmed out from the wound, and then—poof—it burst.

At the same time, Tristan’s chest stopped moving entirely.

The cigarette Jason had been biting dropped to the floor unnoticed.

Oliver staggered, swaying slightly against Brandon.

Samuel let out a devastated cry. "Tristan!"

Stella, who had just reached the doorway, heard the shout and fainted on the spot, collapsing into Zachary’ arms.

Zachary picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Luna glanced at Samuel. "Seriously, dude? Calm down. You’re being completely extra right now."

Then, without hesitation, she cut open her own wrist. Her fresh blood dripped steadily onto Tristan’s wound.

The dark, sluggish blood changed hue, and the gash began to mend. His shriveled veins plumped up visibly.

Color started creeping back into Tristan’s lips, his face no longer ghostly and sunken. His frame looked stronger, muscle more defined. His chest began to rise and fall again.

Everyone stared in stunned silence.

Suddenly, Tristan’s eyes snapped open.