CHAPTER 463: MRS. MEGA ATTACK ATTEMPT ON STEPHEN FAILED

"What are you still standing there for?"

Mega barked, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Martin, who hadn’t moved an inch.

"Get over here now!"

Martin had already been nursing thoughts of betrayal, and seeing Mega’s domineering attitude only stoked his anger further.

His mind was made up.

After a fleeting glance in Stephen’s direction, he finally spoke, his voice deliberately slow.

"Can’t move. My legs are numb."

Stephen’s lips curled into a faint smile behind his silver-rimmed glasses.

Mega: ?!

The sudden betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut.

His vision swam with rage, his lips trembling, but no words came out.

"You—you—"

Meanwhile, Grandma Mega’s eyes bulged unnaturally wide as she stared at the ceiling.

Unlike before, she didn’t faint. Instead, her body began to convulse violently.

Her features twisted grotesquely—her eyes rolling, her mouth contorting.

"Mom—Mom! What’s wrong?

Don’t scare me like this—"

Mr. Mega stared at the sight of his mother, her face deathly pale beyond description.

Her lips trembled open and shut, but not a single coherent word could escape her quivering mouth.

"Someone—someone help!"

Mr. Mega shouted toward the door, his voice strained with panic.

But the entire Mega family estate was already under Stephen’s complete control. No one paid him any heed.

A stroke?

Stephen observed grandma Mega’s condition, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes.

How ironic—the proud, indomitable matriarch of the Mega family, now reduced to this: her face twisted, her mouth slack, her dignity stripped away by a humiliating loss of bodily control.

The corners of his lips curled upward, the amusement slowly spreading to the very edges of his eyes.

"Mother—!"

Mr. Mega, desperate and cornered, turned to Stephen his voice shaking.

"Stephen, she’s still your elder! Call your men—get a doctor here now!"

"At her age, dragging her to a hospital would only cause unnecessary suffering," Stephen replied, his tone deceptively gentle as he watched Grandma Mega features contort uncontrollably.

"Tan," he continued smoothly, "arrange for Madam to be sent to the finest nursing home in Morocco."

"No need to avoid the media at the door.

Given the Mega family’s current situation, grandma’s condition might just earn us some sympathy."

The words were spoken with chilling nonchalance, yet carried a cruelty that cut deep.

Though paralyzed by stroke, Grandma Mega remained fully conscious.

Hearing Stephen’s remark, her pupils contracted violently before dilating again.

Her jaw clenched so tightly her entire body trembled with escalating fury.

After a lifetime of dignity and prestige, to be paraded before the media in such a wretched state?

This was no different from flaying her alive in public!

"You... damned... bastard... I... won’t... let you... get away..."

Her aged frame shook even more violently as she struggled to spit out the words—whether from worsening illness or sheer rage, it was impossible to tell.

Stephen watched her in silence, offering no further response.

"Understood."

Tan ignored grandma Mega entirely and followed Stephen out without hesitation.

The matter seemed settled. Meanwhile, at the auction house, Sinclair’s phone buzzed twice.

Sinclair picked it up, glanced at it, then handed it to Camilla.

Camilla read it, her crimson lips curling slightly.

"This Stephen is quite an interesting man," she mused.

Stephen had taken the art of psychological annihilation to its absolute extreme.

"Oh?"

Sinclair didn’t look at her, but his dark, fathomless eyes narrowed faintly, his tone icy.

"How interesting?"

Taylor flipped through the magazine in his hands without glancing up, though the corner of his mouth quirked slightly.

What a complete mess.

Realizing her mistake, Camilla quickly nestled back into Sinclair’s arms, murmuring soothing words to placate him.

Meanwhile, at the Mega residence— Just when everyone thought the matter was over, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.

Madam Mega, who had been slumped on the floor, suddenly grabbed a shard of broken teacup at her feet and lunged at Stephen with a furious scream.

"Stephen, you conspired with others to kill Antonio! I’ll kill you!!"

Her movement was swift.

Stephen, paralyzed from the waist down and confined to his wheelchair, had no one nearby to help him—there was no way he could dodge.

Mr. Mega and the disfigured Grandma Mega’s eyes lit up with eager anticipation.

Martin’s pupils constricted in shock at the sudden turn of events.

If Stephen were to meet the same fate, the Mega family would surely descend into utter chaos.

Just as Madam Mega lunged toward Stephen, something astonishing happened that left everyone in the room stunned.

Stephen braced his arms against the sides of his wheelchair, pushed himself up on his legs, and collapsed to the side—just as the porcelain shard in Madam Mega’s hand slashed through empty air.

Before she could lunge at him again, Tan had already rushed in and delivered a sharp kick straight to her chest.

*Thud!*

With a dull impact, Madam Mega was sent flying by Tan’s kick before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Clutching her abdomen, she gasped sharply, the pain so intense she couldn’t even speak.

The blood that had flushed her swollen, battered face moments earlier now drained away, leaving her ghastly pale.

Meanwhile, Stephen, supported by Tan, had already settled back into his wheelchair.

"Quite the performance, sister-in-law," he remarked, leisurely dusting himself off with a handkerchief.

"Silent as a mouse until you strike like a viper."

His tone was calm, almost amused, betraying none of the chaos that had just unfolded.

Mr. Mega and grandma Mega exchanged glances, their faces darkening with disappointment at the failed attack. Stephen, on the other hand, instinctively furrowed his brows.

*Damn, that was brutal.*

That kick must have packed at least a hundred pounds of force—enough to send even a man of his sturdy build flying.

Then again, the woman had brought it upon herself.

Thankfully, Stephen had managed to rise and dodge in the nick of time.

Otherwise, the scene would’ve been painted in blood.

Wait.

At this thought, Martin’s pupils trembled slightly before widening abruptly as he stared at Stephen—or more precisely, at Stephen’s legs.

Standing up?!

There was no mistaking it—Stephen had just risen from his chair on his own before stumbling to the side.

"Mr. Mega, your legs...?"

His legs had always been Stephen’s greatest vulnerability, a living testament to the humiliation he once suffered under Grandma Mega’s heel.

Hearing Martin’s words, Grandma Mega and Mega seemed to catch on as well, their gazes snapping toward Stephen in disbelief.

"Legs?"

Stephen lifted his head, arching an eyebrow. "Now that you mention it, I suppose I forgot to share the good news," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his voice remained icy.