After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 8: Emmett Lockwood’s Birthmark

「At the Lockwood Estate.」

Emmett Lockwood stood at the door like a forlorn statue, while Mrs. Chandler had been trying patiently to persuade him for some time.

"Little Master, let’s go inside and eat first. The Mistress will be back soon."

"You’ve said ’soon’ one hundred and eighty-three times, but Mama still isn’t back." Emmett Lockwood added, "Madam Chandler, Mama still hasn’t come back. Does this mean she doesn’t want me anymore?"

"How could that be? Our Little Master is so cute and so smart. Who could bear to abandon you?"

"Then why isn’t Mama back yet? I haven’t seen her in ten hours and three minutes," Emmett Lockwood said, his face full of sorrow.

Mrs. Chandler: "..."

’She knew they were about to have the same conversation for the one hundred and eighty-third time.’

Shane Lockwood wheeled himself out, his face cold as he ordered, "Go inside."

Emmett Lockwood huffed and ignored him completely.

"Emmett Lockwood, I am talking to you!"

Emmett Lockwood said, "Mr. Ellington says that men who aren’t liked by their wives have bad tempers. Daddy, I understand you, and I sympathize with you, but I can’t listen to you."

"Emmett Lockwood!" Shane Lockwood’s voice instantly turned dangerous.

Emmett Lockwood sighed. "Dad, don’t worry. Even if no one wants you, I, your son, will still be here to care for you in your old age. Don’t worry."

As he spoke, Emmett Lockwood patted Shane Lockwood’s arm, the very picture of a filial son.

Shane Lockwood: "..."

Just then, a greeting was heard.

"Mistress."

"Mama’s back!"

Emmett Lockwood darted toward her like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

Shane Lockwood watched his son vanish in an instant, his face as black as charcoal.

’Unwavering devotion?’

’What a great son he turned out to be.’

’And he had no idea what kind of magic this Eliza Sutton used to turn his consistently clever son into a foolish husky.’

Shane Lockwood’s indifferent gaze shifted to Eliza Sutton, only to see that her clothes were soaked and she looked particularly disheveled.

"Mama, did you get caught in the rain? It’s all my fault. If I had gone to pick you up earlier, you wouldn’t have gotten wet."

Looking at the little one before her, Eliza Sutton’s cold heart softened a little. She bent down and stroked Emmett Lockwood’s small face. "It’s not Emmett’s fault. I wasn’t paying attention to the weather."

"Mama, hurry and take a shower. You’ll catch a cold wearing wet clothes." Emmett Lockwood grabbed Eliza Sutton’s hand and started pulling her upstairs.

Eliza Sutton’s arm flinched.

"What’s wrong, Mama?"

"It’s nothing." Eliza Sutton let Emmett Lockwood lead her by the hand. As they passed Shane Lockwood, she paused slightly and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lockwood."

"Mm," Shane Lockwood responded coolly. His nose twitched, and as he watched Eliza Sutton go upstairs, his brow suddenly furrowed.

Once upstairs, Emmett Lockwood hurried Eliza Sutton into the bathroom. As she took off her clothes, she discovered that the bite mark on her arm from that child had stuck to her sleeve.

Eliza Sutton gave a sharp tug, and the sleeve came away, taking a large patch of skin with it. Blood instantly gushed out, but her expression remained cold, as if she didn’t feel the pain at all. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

When Eliza Sutton came out of the bathroom, Emmett Lockwood was standing at the door holding a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea.

"Mama, drink this quickly. Madam Chandler said drinking ginger tea will keep you from catching a cold."

Eliza Sutton crouched down and patted Emmett Lockwood’s head. "Thank you, Emmett. Just seeing you makes me feel much better already."

Emmett Lockwood smiled shyly, his big eyes filled with delight.

Having not seen Eliza Sutton all day, he missed her terribly and followed her around like a little shadow.

Shane Lockwood couldn’t stand it any longer. He reached out a long arm, grabbed the back of his son’s collar, and lifted him over.

"It’s getting late. You should go to your room, take a bath, and go to sleep."

"I don’t want to! Mama just got back. I want to stay with her a little longer."

"Your mother is tired." Perhaps influenced by his son, the words ’your mother’ slipped out of Shane Lockwood’s mouth easily.

Emmett Lockwood looked at Eliza Sutton’s somewhat pale face and said obediently, "Okay, I’ll go take a bath. Good night, Mama."

"Alright," Eliza Sutton agreed, but still walked Emmett Lockwood to his room and closed the bathroom door for him.

「In the bathroom.」

Emmett Lockwood stripped off his clothes in a flash and nimbly stepped toward the bathtub. A birthmark shaped like a goshawk was visible on his left hip.

When Eliza Sutton came out of the child’s room, she saw Shane Lockwood waiting aside in his wheelchair.

"Mr. Lockwood."

Eliza Sutton lowered her eyes in greeting and was about to leave when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Push me back to my room."

Back in the room, Shane Lockwood took out a first-aid kit. Turning his head, he saw Eliza Sutton still standing to the side and said, "Sit."

Eliza Sutton knew she hadn’t hidden the wound on her arm from Shane Lockwood, but she still refused. "It’s just a superficial wound. It’s nothing to worry about."

"So, are you trying to use this superficial wound to play the victim? Or do you want to ’accidentally’ smear blood from your arm onto the bedsheets, making everyone think I couldn’t control myself and took you, so you can cling to the position of Madam Lockwood for the rest of your life?"

"You have a wild imagination, Mr. Lockwood. It’s perfect for writing novels. Should I recommend a few websites for you?"

"So, why are you refusing?"

Eliza Sutton took a deep breath. "I’ll do it myself."

She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the injured arm, then took a cotton swab, dipped it in antiseptic, and began to disinfect the wound.

Even with only one hand, Eliza Sutton’s movements were very deft.

Shane Lockwood asked abruptly, "Have you studied medicine?"

"Yes."

"The file I have on you says you studied fashion design in college."

"I learned in prison," Eliza Sutton said. "You get injured a lot in there, so I picked up a few things."

Shane Lockwood chuckled. "You’re certainly not shy about having been in prison."

"What’s there to be shy about? It’s the truth, isn’t it?" Eliza Sutton took out a roll of gauze, wrapped her wound, and tied a knot with one hand.

"You can rest assured this time, Mr. Lockwood. My blood will not stain your sheets, nor will it make anyone think you’ve lost your innocence." After a pause, Eliza Sutton added, "I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Seeing Eliza Sutton proactively offer to sleep on the sofa, Shane Lockwood sneered, "You’ve learned the art of playing hard to get quite well."

Eliza Sutton: "..."

’Are all powerful, wealthy men this full of themselves?’

’So much drama.’

Just as she was about to say something, there was a sudden knock on the door.

It was Mrs. Chandler.

Mrs. Chandler said with a beaming smile, "Master Lockwood, Mistress, the Madam asked me to come in and get a few things."

As she spoke, she raised a hand, and the servants behind her filed in. They efficiently carried away the sofa, the extra pillows and blankets, and even stripped the rug from the floor.

Mrs. Chandler scanned the room, now containing only a large bed, and said with a pleasant smile, "Master Lockwood, Mistress, please rest early."

After saying that, she briskly closed the door.

Shane Lockwood: "..."

Eliza Sutton: "..."