The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 300 I’ll post a missing person report

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 I’ll post a missing person report

The pain was unbearable, like being torn apart from the inside.

As the hand inside her moved, Megan felt like her baby was being spun around in her belly.

Samantha glanced at Lily and Ivy. "The baby’s small. You two help me push this way, counterclockwise."

Lily and Ivy froze, too shocked to move.

Samantha snapped, "If you don’t want her and the baby in trouble, then move it!"

The two rushed to either side of Megan, pressing carefully on her belly as told.

Soon enough, the baby shifted into position.

Sweat poured down Samantha’s forehead. "Megan, I’m gonna do an episiotomy now so the baby can come out easier."

Megan gritted her teeth and nodded. "Okay."

There was no anesthetic in the temple, only the most basic tools.

Samantha lit a candle, let the wax drip onto the table, and stuck the candle upright.

She picked up a pair of scissors, sterilized the blade in the flame, then walked to Megan. "I’m going to make a small cut."

Megan was already in so much pain her face was twisted, and as another contraction hit, Samantha made a quick incision.

"Push! Breathe! Keep pushing!"

Even Lily and Ivy found themselves unconsciously holding their breath and pushing along.

A baby’s cry filled the air.

Megan finally let out a long, shaky breath.

Samantha cut the umbilical cord and tied it off.

She took the towel she’d prepped ahead of time, gently cleaned the newborn, then took the blanket Lily handed her and wrapped the baby up before placing him beside Megan.

"Look at him—this is your son."

Megan’s eyes welled up as she looked at the scrunched-up little face.

This was her and Tristan’s baby.

He was born early, with wrinkled skin like a little old man, but to her, he was perfect.

His lips were a deep red, searching for food. Megan poked his tiny cheek.

The baby turned his head instantly, instinctively looking.

"Megan, I still need to take care of the placenta. Hang in there."

Megan murmured, "Okay."

"Lily, go get me more water." Samantha instructed.

Lily pulled a face. "I can’t, Master. I pushed too hard just now and... yeah. I need the loo."

Samantha turned to Ivy. "Don’t tell me you also—"

Ivy looked strained but nodded seriously. "Monks don’t lie."

Samantha’s face twitched. "You two are useless. Go already—you stink!"

Megan glanced at her sleeping baby and then at Samantha. "Thank you, Master."

Samantha chuckled. "Didn’t you call me Battle-axe earlier?"

"If something had happened to me today, you really would’ve been heartless," Megan replied, half-joking.

While massaging her belly, Samantha sighed, "Giving birth is like dancing with death. How could your man be so cold-hearted? If you hadn’t been here with me, Mr. Ford would’ve had to deliver your baby."

Megan frowned slightly. "I’d rather die than let that happen."

Samantha caught the bitter tone and asked, "What’s your deal with Mr. Ford? Sound like you really can’t stand him."

Megan said quietly, "There’s resentment... and some gratitude."

Samantha blinked. "Don’t tell me he’s the baby’s father?"

Where did that wild guess come from?

Megan laughed. "What kind of messed-up eyes do I have if that’s the case?"

Samantha saw she didn’t want to explain more and let it drop.

Once the placenta was out, Samantha said she’d save it to make dumplings.

Megan looked horrified, but Samantha insisted it was good for her body.

Megan refused. "Just bury it somewhere, please."

Samantha couldn’t win the argument, so she gave in.

Since Megan didn’t have breast milk the first couple of days, Samantha got up at the crack of dawn the next day and hiked down the mountain to buy formula and baby supplies.

By the time she got back, the baby was crying his lungs out.The baby was born early, so his cries weren’t as loud as a full-term newborn’s—more like a kitten’s soft whimper.

Lily and Ivy started learning how to make formula, bathe the baby, apply oil, and powder him up.

Samantha was fully in charge of taking care of Megan during her recovery.

Samantha joked that there were only three people at the temple, and now with Megan and the baby, there were five—it actually felt kinda lively.

Megan pulled out her phone and transferred a million straight to Samantha, saying it was a donation to the temple.

Samantha was stunned. She had figured Megan wasn’t a regular person, but still, that kind of generosity? Wild.

Looking at the tiny baby next to her, freshly washed and sleeping quietly, Megan kissed his cheek and smiled. "What should I name you? How about Ethan?"

Samantha chuckled, "Naming kids isn’t really your thing, huh?"

Meanwhile, two black Land Rovers were tearing down the highway. Around noon, they pulled up at the base of Northriver Mountain.

With it being summer, the air buzzed with the sound of insects. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Oliver made a move toward the mountain, but Samuel immediately stopped him. "Dude, there are sorcery worms up there. Last time, I barely made it out alive."

"Oh, please," scoffed Luna. "Worst case, you lose a leg. Don’t be such a coward."

Samuel shot her a glare. "And you talk too much for your own good."

Karl took off his watch, and the silver-winged sorcery king flew out, leading them up the trail.

Three hours later, they reached the top.

An old man stood by the temple, stroking his greying beard. "Luna, you’ve come back."

Luna nodded and went straight to the point. "Is Megan here? Did you take her? Where is she?"

Mr. Ford’s face clouded at her directness. "Luna, I’m your father. You go off on one trip and suddenly forget who I am?"

She sighed. "Megan’s pregnant. If anything happens to her, it’s not just one life. I just want her safe."

Looking at the grim faces of the group, Mr. Ford huffed. "If you’re here to interrogate me, save your breath. I don’t have the answers you want."

Tristan stepped forward. "Mr. Ford, I’m Tristan. First off, thank you for sending Karl and Luna to help me. If they hadn’t come in time, I’d be dead. We only came to ask—did Megan ever show up here? She’s eight months pregnant now. We’re all really worried."

Mr. Ford gave a small, cold laugh. "Sorry, son. Haven’t seen her. I think you came to the wrong place."

With that, he turned his back and walked away.

Luna glanced at the others. "If he’s this firm, then even if you tear the mountain down, you won’t find her. If he really hid her, good luck getting to her."

Tristan lowered his head. "I don’t care. I’m going to search this entire mountain if I have to."

Seeing how determined he was, Luna and Karl joined him. Everyone else followed.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Tristan finally agreed to head down.

She wasn’t on this mountain.

He sat in the car, lit up a cigarette, the glow from the tip casting shadows over his face—deep and unreadable.

Karl leaned by the window, peeking in. "If it really was Luna’s dad who hid her, she’s probably been moved. We won’t find anything here."

Tristan took a long drag, leaned his head back, and blew smoke at the roof.

"No matter what, I’m not stopping. I can’t just sit around for five years doing nothing. I can’t stand this life without her. I can’t imagine her going through labor alone. I should be there with her."

"This isn’t your fault," Karl said quietly, watching him fall apart.

Tristan shook his head. "I didn’t protect her well enough. I’ll post a missing person report. Someone out there will know something."