After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 118: Lie Flat and Be a Rich Salted Fish

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Lie Flat and Be a Rich Salted Fish

"What? Shane Lockwood’s alive?"

Panic flooded Fabian Lockwood’s face.

After being overshadowed by Shane for so many years, his fear of him was bone-deep.

But when he saw Eliza Sutton at Master Lockwood’s side, he slowly composed himself.

"Quite the game you’re playing, sister-in-law." Fabian Lockwood’s lips twisted into a smirk. "Even pulling a stunt like raising the dead."

Fabian Lockwood thought Eliza Sutton wasn’t very bright. ’Using the same trick over and over, and now she’s dumb enough to use Shane’s ’resurrection’ as a ploy?’

After all, ever since Shane’s death was announced, he had gone to the morgue to confirm it himself several times. He’d even had the corpse injected with all sorts of poisons. If he hadn’t been worried about public opinion, he would have had Shane dismembered.

Under those circumstances, Shane couldn’t have survived even if he had nine lives!

"You think this is a trick?" Eliza Sutton glanced at Fabian Lockwood’s confident expression. "I finally understand why you could never get ahead. It wasn’t because you lacked opportunities, or because Grandpa played favorites. It’s simply because you’re pathetic. Or, to put it bluntly, stupid."

Eliza Sutton said earnestly, "With your intelligence and your foresight, you should just give up and enjoy life as a rich, do-nothing bum."

"You damn bitch! You’re asking for it!" Fabian Lockwood flew into a rage and raised his hand to slap Eliza Sutton, but a small figure suddenly lunged forward and bit his wrist. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"AHH!"

Fabian Lockwood howled in pain and violently flung Emmett Lockwood away.

"Emmett!"

Eliza Sutton immediately caught Emmett Lockwood in her arms, asking urgently, "Emmett, are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Eliza Sutton looked Emmett up and down. Seeing that the little boy was truly unharmed, she heaved a sigh of relief and said sternly, "Emmett, do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

If she hadn’t caught him, he would have been slammed to the ground and hurt.

Emmett Lockwood replied, "But he was going to hit Mommy. I can’t let him."

Looking into Emmett Lockwood’s determined, clear eyes, Eliza Sutton felt a warmth spread through her chest. This child always managed to touch the softest spot in her heart.

Master Lockwood watched Eliza with deep approval. But when his gaze shifted to Fabian Lockwood, his expression hardened. "Have you made enough of a scene? If you’re done, then get on your knees and apologize!"

"A scene?" Fabian Lockwood sneered. "If that’s what you want to call it, Grandpa, then fine. Either way, the Lockwood Family is mine today!"

"The Lockwood Family is yours? What a bold claim. Did I say you could have it?"

As the cold words faded, the study door was flung open, and Shane Lockwood rolled in in his wheelchair.

Erik Irvine followed behind him.

He was thinner than before. His already unmatched handsome features were now framed by a deadly glint in his dark eyes that made it impossible to meet his gaze. Arriving with Erik Irvine, he looked like a king of hell emerging from the abyss, striking fear into the hearts of all who saw him.

"Sh-Shane Lockwood?" Fabian Lockwood looked as if he’d seen a ghost. In utter disbelief, he stammered, "How is this possible? Shane... Isn’t Shane Lockwood dead?"

But no one paid him any mind.

Shane Lockwood wheeled himself to a stop in front of Eliza Sutton. As he gazed at her beautiful face, his expression softened before he even realized it.

His voice was low and husky, resonant as a cello string, and it tugged at the heart. "I’m back."

"Mm," Eliza Sutton acknowledged, an indescribable feeling stirring within her.

She obviously knew Shane Lockwood hadn’t died. She was the one who’d saved him, after all.

Yet, when he stopped before her and said those two words, her heart still skipped a beat.

"Shane..." Mrs. Lockwood stumbled over and threw her arms around Shane Lockwood.

Shane Lockwood hugged her back. "Mom, I’m home. I’m sorry I made you worry."

Mrs. Lockwood shook her head, wanting to say it was all right, but she couldn’t hold back her pent-up emotions any longer. She broke down, sobbing her heart out with a grief so loud it seemed to threaten the very roof of the study, making everyone’s heart ache.

Master Lockwood was also deeply moved. Despite all the trials he had weathered in his life, he couldn’t contain his excitement at seeing Shane.

"As long as you’re back. As long as you’re back."

Emmett Lockwood reacted quickly, too, pulling Eliza Sutton over to them.

They all huddled together, basking in the joy of their reunion.

Fabian Lockwood, however, was slowly recovering from his initial shock. He snatched a nearby vase, smashed it on the floor, and roared, "Enough! Stop all the crying!"

He had backed away to stand with Lord Lockwood and Florence Young, his eyes filled with hatred as he watched the tearful family reunion. "Now that you’ve all had your touching family reunion, it’s time to hand over the Lockwood Family’s shares to me."

Master Lockwood slammed his cane on the floor. "Your cousin has returned. The Lockwood Family’s shares, the CEO position, and the title of Family Head all belong to him. You will learn to behave yourself. You are still a Lockwood, after all!"

Master Lockwood was trying to shield Fabian. No matter how disappointing they were, this was still the son and grandson he had watched grow up.

Unfortunately, neither Lord Lockwood nor Fabian Lockwood appreciated the gesture.

Lord Lockwood sneered, his voice laced with years of accumulated venom and frantic hatred. "Dad, listen to yourself! We are all Lockwood descendants. Why should Shane Lockwood get everything without lifting a finger!"

Fabian Lockwood added, "Today, I’m going to show you, Grandpa! Me, my father, my mother—we were born to be brilliant, not to be Shane Lockwood’s sidekicks!"

Hearing this, Eliza Sutton couldn’t help but glance over at them, her expression like she was looking at a pack of morons.

’If that family had a single brain cell among them,’ she thought, ’they’d be on their knees begging for mercy right now.’

’Then again,’ she mused, ’if they had brains, they wouldn’t have tried to stage a coup at Shane’s funeral in the first place.’

But they clearly didn’t think they were being stupid. Florence Young even sneered, "Dad, open your eyes and take a good look. The Lockwood Family is already under our control. It’s useless even if Shane Lockwood has returned!"

With that, Florence Young clapped her hands, and a group of bodyguards filed into the room.

With a wave of her hand, Florence Young ordered the bodyguards in a triumphant tone she had never used before, "Seize them all!"

Lord Lockwood’s branch of the family had bet everything on this day, hiring the best bodyguards in the business. Eliza Sutton wanted to fight back, but with the elderly and a child present, she couldn’t risk them getting hurt. She had no choice but to let them restrain her.

Fabian Lockwood laughed with a sickening glee. "See, sister-in-law? I’m the final winner, not my useless cousin. If you know what’s good for you, you’d better start practicing your begging!"

With that, Fabian Lockwood gave a grand wave of his hand and, along with Lord Lockwood and Florence Young, led Eliza Sutton and the others downstairs.

「In the memorial hall that had been set up for Shane Lockwood.」

All the guests had already arrived and were gathered there.

The arrival of the Lockwood family members immediately drew everyone’s attention.

The sight of Eliza Sutton and the others being held captive, as well as the ’resurrected’ Shane Lockwood, set the crowd buzzing.

Ivan Willow, who was in the crowd, felt his face fall. "My future uncle-in-law? Wasn’t he dead? How is he alive again? Does this mean I don’t have a chance anymore?"

Ivan Willow felt a genuine pang in his heart.

He might be a notorious playboy, but Eliza Sutton had literally beaten some feelings into him, and his crush on her was real.

"..." Chairman Willow rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. You talk as if you ever stood a chance."

After his sharp retort, Chairman Willow couldn’t resist slapping his son on the back of the head.

"You little brat, you’re even rubbing off on me!"