Chapter 152

Brandon pulled Tristan into a firm hug. With a light chuckle, he said, "That's my sister." Tristan pushed him away and wrapped an arm around Megan. "And she's my wife." Brandon shook his head. "Man, your possessiveness is on another level." Megan looked up at Tristan—it was hard not to see he was acting like a jealous kid. She glanced over at Bernard. "Grandpa, it's me, Megan. I came to see you." Bernard tried to sit up, and Megan rushed over, helping him lean back against the headboard. His hair was silver, eyes welling with tears as he grasped her hand. "Megan, I'm so sorry..." "You remember me?" Brandon, hands shoved in his pockets, said calmly, "I injected him with the treatment. It's working. His memory's going to improve little by little. Once the toxins are gone, we can move ahead with surgery." Megan held tight to the old man's hand. "Grandpa, I read your journal. I might not have grown up in the Lewis family, but I still always felt loved. So, please, don't blame yourself." Br