The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 308 Still think it’s a dream?

Screams pierced the air, followed by the sound of frantic footsteps growing louder by the second.

Realizing something was wrong, Tristan and Megan hastily threw on their clothes.

As they flung open the door, thick, billowing smoke rushed in—fire had broken out.

Their first instinct was to check on Ethan in the adjacent room, but when they burst inside, the boy was nowhere to be found.

"Ethan?"

"Ethan, where are you?"

Tears welled up instantly in Megan’s eyes. Ethan was her whole world.

She had failed to protect him. Where could he have gone?

Tristan steadied her with a firm grip on her shoulders. "Stay calm. I’ll search for him. You pull up the security footage and track his movements. We’ll stay in touch by phone."

Without hesitation, Megan disabled the firewall. A flood of delayed notifications bombarded her screen, but she ignored them all, diving straight into the hotel’s surveillance system.

To her shock, the security footage had been wiped—and the method used was identical to her own signature technique. If it wasn’t Ethan who did this, then who?

She immediately began restoring the files.

Watching the progress bar crawl from 1% upward, she willed it to move faster, her fingers clenched in frustration.

Then, a familiar name flashed across her phone screen.

She answered, her voice clipped. "Fourth Brother, I can’t explain right now. I’ll call you back."

She hung up Samuel’s call and continued with the restoration process.

Far away in Lindon City, Verduria, Samuel shot up from his chair.

He had been sound asleep when the signal—silent for four and a half years—suddenly beeped. Reflexively, he bolted upright from the bed.

His hands trembled slightly as he grabbed his phone and dialed the number that had never connected before. To his shock, this time the call went through, and he heard a familiar voice—though before he could utter a single word, the line went dead. But he knew. She was alive. She was still in this world.

Samuel burst out of his room, pounding on every door down the hallway. "I got through to Megan! I finally reached Megan!"

Doors swung open simultaneously.

Oliver, Jason, and Brandon stood in their doorways, their eyes rimmed red.

Samuel waved his phone excitedly. "Biniss Hotel in Göreme, Turkey. Megan sounded urgent. What’s the plan?"

Zachary Lewis, drawn by the commotion, helped Stella Banks down the stairs. "Did you hear from Megan?"

Oliver stepped forward. "Mom, we did. But she’s not in the country—she’s at a hotel in Turkey. We’re going to get her. You and Dad stay here, okay? We’ll bring her back safe and sound, I promise."

Stella covered her face, tears spilling through her fingers. "My poor girl... I’m coming too. Wait for me." She turned toward the stairs. "I’ll be quick. I’m going with you to bring her home."

Just then, a little girl with bare feet padded into the room. She tugged at Brandon’s hand. "Daddy, where are you going? Can Nora come too?"

Emily scooped the girl up and kissed her rosy cheek. "Nora, Daddy’s going to pick up Auntie Megan. Let’s stay home and bake some yummy treats for when they come back, okay?"

Nora nodded. "Will there be a little brother or sister coming back too?"

All eyes turned to Samuel, who looked utterly bewildered. "Megan never mentioned anything about a child. I have no idea," he admitted.

Brandon turned to Emily and said firmly, "You and Nora Lewis stay home and wait for us to return."

Emily’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "We’ll be waiting for you to bring Megan back," she whispered.

The Lewis family dressed in haste and rushed to their private airport.

Meanwhile, unaware of the situation in Verduria, Megan had just accessed the restored surveillance system.

Fast-forwarding through the footage, she discovered that twenty-five minutes earlier, a small figure had emerged from Room 336. The child pressed an ear against Room 338’s door, listened for a moment, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully before glancing around and stepping into the elevator.

After exiting on the first floor, he made his way to the kitchen, grabbed a lighter, and returned to the third floor. At the end of the hallway, he set the carpet ablaze before vanishing into the emergency stairwell.

Megan immediately dialed Tristan. "Tristan, it was Ethan who started the fire. He must have found out about us and wanted to cause trouble. He went into the stairwell but never reappeared on any floor or at the exits. I think he might be on the rooftop."

Tristan’s voice was calm. "I’ve already found him. He’s sitting on the edge of the rooftop."

"I’m coming up right now," Megan said before hanging up. As she permanently deleted the surveillance footage, she dashed into the stairwell and sprinted upward.

Deleting the video wasn’t about evading responsibility—she simply wanted to avoid drawing Mr. Ford’s attention if the incident went public. As for the hotel’s damages, she planned to compensate them anonymously.

The urgent priority now was finding Ethan. The boy must have misunderstood something.

When she finally pushed open the rooftop door, panting from the climb, she saw Tristan holding Ethan as they sat together on the ledge. Father and son were chatting and laughing, perfectly at ease.

Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. She felt ridiculous for being so emotional lately, crying at the drop of a hat. Yet the tears kept flowing, as if making up for all the weeping she’d suppressed in her past life.

This moment—this very scene—was something she’d waited four and a half years to witness.

Tristan spotted Ethan perched alone on the edge of the rooftop, his small legs swinging carelessly over the side. Afraid of startling him, Tristan cleared his throat softly and called out the boy’s name.

Ethan turned at the familiar voice, his big, dark eyes blinking in disbelief when he saw the man standing there. In an instant, he scrambled down and launched himself straight into Tristan’s arms.

"Daddy... am I dreaming?" His voice trembled. "Mommy says Turkey is where dreams come true. So this must be a dream—I’m seeing you in my dream! I missed you so, so much. I just wanted to call you Daddy again..."

Tristan scooped him up and gently pinched his cheek. "Did that hurt?"

"A little..."

"Still think it’s a dream?"

Ethan let out a choked sob and clung to Tristan’s neck, burying his face against him. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." he repeated between hiccuping cries, pouring out how much he’d missed him, how he’d only been able to watch him secretly through security cameras.

Between sniffles, he asked, "Did you come to take me and Mommy home?"

Tristan nodded. "Yes."

At that, Ethan’s tears flowed harder. He mumbled that he needed to talk to his mother alone first—that Tristan couldn’t see Megan just yet.

Tristan realized Ethan must have misunderstood the situation, so he asked where Megan was.

Ethan hesitated, mumbling that he and Megan had gotten separated in the chaos.

Tristan sighed inwardly—his son was covering for the "other man," oblivious to the fact that the so-called "other man" was none other than Tristan himself. Still, he knew Ethan was just trying to spare his feelings.

"Was Mom in Room 338?" Tristan asked casually.

At that, Ethan’s eyes welled up with tears. "Can you ever forgive her?" he choked out.

Tristan burst into laughter. "Relax, kid. I was the one staying in 338."

Ethan’s tears instantly turned to stunned laughter, his face lighting up with relief.

And that was exactly the scene Megan witnessed when she swung the door open.

Both men turned at the sound, only to find her standing there—a woman utterly broken, her face streaked with endless tears.