After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 105: Shane Lockwood is Dead

Mrs. Lockwood’s mind went blank. "What do you mean, ’sorry’? What do you mean, ’did our best’? What are you talking about? My son is perfectly fine, isn’t he?"

Her eyes were bloodshot, brimming with tears, her gaze filled with desperate pleading.

Doctor Wagner felt a pang in his heart, his guilt deepening. "Mrs. Lockwood, please accept my condolences."

"Condolences? My son is perfectly fine, what condolences do I need to accept?" Mrs. Lockwood cried out, shaking her head frantically in denial.

"Master Lockwood! Master Lockwood!" Butler Lockwood suddenly shouted.

Master Lockwood, unable to bear the news of his eldest grandson’s sudden passing, had fainted.

"Dad!" Mrs. Lockwood lunged forward.

"Dad, wake up!" Florence Young chimed in, not to be outdone.

Doctor Wagner, ignoring his exhaustion, immediately began administering first aid to Master Lockwood.

While the hallway was in chaos, Fabian Lockwood quietly slipped away.

When he reached the hospital entrance, he was instantly swarmed by a throng of reporters.

Shane Lockwood had been rushed to the hospital suddenly. Although they had tried their best to keep it a secret, it was too difficult to keep anything completely under wraps these days.

The reporters had caught wind of the news long ago and had been waiting for nearly ten hours. Growing anxious, they could no longer hold back when they saw Fabian Lockwood emerge.

They immediately rushed forward, thrusting their array of cameras and microphones toward him.

"Second Master Lockwood, it’s been over ten hours now. Was President Lockwood’s surgery a success? What’s his condition? Everyone is very concerned, could you give us an update?"

Fabian Lockwood wore a look of profound grief. "Thank you all for your concern. I’m sure my older brother’s spirit in heaven can feel it."

Spirit in heaven?

Once those words were out, all the reporters were stunned. Even if they had suspected it, the confirmation sent a wave of commotion through the crowd.

"What? Shane Lockwood is dead? How is that possible?"

"I wish it weren’t true, but Second Master Lockwood said it himself. How could it be fake?"

"How could this happen? In the blink of an eye, he’s just... gone?"

"The Lockwoods are in for a major shake-up! The second branch has finally made it to the top!"

"This is unbelievable!"

Hearing these comments, the corners of Fabian Lockwood’s mouth lifted into a smug smile.

’Yes, I’ve finally made it. It happened so easily, I can hardly believe it myself.’

"I don’t believe it!" Mrs. Lockwood shook her head, loudly denying it. "My son is blessed, he can’t be dead!"

"That’s right, my nephew is blessed, he couldn’t have died. You must have made a mistake. There’s no way it’s my nephew under this white sheet." As Florence Young spoke, she yanked off the white sheet, revealing the silent figure lying beneath.

He had a stunningly handsome face—sharp brows, piercing eyes, and deep-set features. Even with blood at the corners of his lips and a pallid complexion, nothing could diminish his good looks.

A flicker of delight crossed Florence Young’s eyes. She feigned a gasp. "Oh! It really is Shane. Sister-in-law, come and see. You can’t say I’m mistaken this time."

Mrs. Lockwood ignored Florence Young and walked over, step by step.

"Shane."

Mrs. Lockwood called out his name in a small voice.

No one answered her.

"Shane."

Mrs. Lockwood called his name again, her voice still incredibly soft, as if afraid of waking Shane.

Florence Young had no such reservations. She let out a dry, theatrical wail, "Shane, how could you die so young? Open your eyes and look!"

Florence Young’s voice spurred Mrs. Lockwood into action. Forgetting everything else, she rushed forward and threw her arms around Shane. "Shane, Shane!"

But no matter how she cried out, Shane didn’t move.

Mrs. Lockwood could no longer control her emotions, her cries growing more and more shrill.

A flash of glee appeared in Florence Young’s eyes as she offered false comfort to Mrs. Lockwood. "Sister-in-law, don’t be so sad. If Shane knew, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace. Don’t worry, from now on, Fabian won’t just be my son, he’ll be your son too. He’ll definitely treat you with the same respect as his own mother. As long as you can give Fabian your full support in his career."

"Shut your mouth! Shane isn’t dead! He would never abandon his wife and me! He wouldn’t!" Mrs. Lockwood screamed.

"You’ve seen your son’s corpse with your own eyes, and you still can’t accept reality?" Florence Young wasn’t the least bit upset. She raised an eyebrow and spoke with a cruel tone, "Well, once they take him to the funeral home and push his body into the incinerator, I’m sure you’ll accept it then. Don’t you worry. When the time comes, Fabian will be right by your side to personally see his brother off on his final journey."

Every one of Florence Young’s words was like a knife stabbing into Mrs. Lockwood’s heart. She felt like she was going insane. "Shut up! Just shut up!"

Mrs. Lockwood shoved Florence Young, whose back hit the wall with a painful thud.

This time, Florence Young didn’t hold back. Without hesitation, she raised her hand to slap Mrs. Lockwood.

Suddenly, her wrist was caught.

Eliza Sutton’s voice was filled with anger. "Aunt Florence, you’ve gone too far!"

When Florence Young saw Eliza Sutton’s face, her expression changed for a moment before she broke into a smile. "Well, well, if it isn’t Eliza. What a coincidence. You’re just in time to see him off." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Eliza Sutton ignored Florence Young, yanked her hand away, and steadied Mrs. Lockwood. "Mom, are you all right?"

Mrs. Lockwood shook her head, indicating she was fine.

Seeing this, Florence Young sneered. "Dad always used to say how considerate you are as the family’s eldest sister-in-law. I never believed it. Now I do. You really are considerate, being so pleasant to the daughter-in-law who jinxed your son to death. I’m truly impressed."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Florence Young, don’t think I’ll believe you just because you’re trying to stir up trouble."

Florence Young shrugged. "You don’t have to believe me, but it’s a fact that Eliza Sutton wasn’t waiting outside while Shane was in emergency surgery. Dad said Eliza’s and Shane’s birth charts were a perfect match, incredibly auspicious. Maybe if the ’good luck charm’ herself had been by his side during the operation, he might have been saved. A pity. It’s too late for ’what ifs’ now. Such a shame."

"Sowing discord, spreading rumors, is that all you know how to do?" Mrs. Lockwood snapped. "Get out. Get out right now! If you dare to spout one more piece of nonsense in front of me, I’ll drag you to see Dad myself!"

Seeing Mrs. Lockwood’s desperate, ready-to-risk-it-all expression, Florence Young said sheepishly, "Sister-in-law, why are you getting so worked up? I was just telling the truth. If you don’t like hearing it, I’ll leave."

After saying her piece, Florence Young left. As she turned away, her smile was one of pure, unrestrained delight.

’It’s confirmed.’

’Shane Lockwood is really dead!’

’This is wonderful!’

’The entire Lockwood family fortune is ours!’

Once Florence Young was gone, the defiant strength Mrs. Lockwood had mustered drained away. Her body went limp, and she collapsed next to the hospital bed. Gazing at Shane—no breath, no heartbeat, nothing—she finally lost control and broke down, sobbing. "Shane!"

Hospital staff arrived.

They were there to move Shane Lockwood’s body to the morgue.

Mrs. Lockwood tried to stop them like a madwoman.

"No, you can’t take my son! No one can!"