After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 115: Eliza Sutton Saw Emmett’s Back

Fabian Lockwood truly wanted Emmett Lockwood to die.

Even though he was just a five-year-old boy, Fabian had arranged for about ten kidnappers, all of whom were highly skilled fighters.

But compared to Eliza Sutton, they were nothing special.

THUD.

Eliza Sutton stomped the lead kidnapper to the ground.

The kidnapper bellowed, "Woman, do you have any idea whose plan you’re ruining? This is for the Second Young Master! When he takes over the Lockwood family, that’ll be the day you die!"

"So noisy!" Eliza said impatiently, knocking him unconscious with a swift kick.

Her gaze swept over the others, and the remaining kidnappers shuddered in fear, scrambling away as fast as they could.

Eliza didn’t have the mind to deal with them. She turned and went back to Emmett.

The five-year-old was curled up in a ball, his small, delicate hands covering his eyes. Hearing footsteps, he called out tentatively, "Mama."

"Yes," Eliza replied softly, gently pulling Emmett’s hands away from his face. "Emmett, you’re safe now."

Emmett Lockwood threw himself into Eliza Sutton’s arms. "Mama, you came back."

Now that he was closer, Emmett Lockwood saw the injuries on Eliza Sutton.

Eliza’s fighting skills were impressive, but she had been outnumbered. To keep them away from Emmett, it was inevitable that she would get hurt.

They were all minor wounds, nothing compared to the life she had lived since she was ten.

But in Emmett Lockwood’s eyes, it was as if the sky were falling.

’Mama was hurt.’

’Those scumbags hurt Mama!’

Emmett Lockwood’s expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes. His small body trembled with rage.

’They will pay for this!’ 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Eliza, holding Emmett’s trembling body, thought he was scared and tried to comfort him. At the same time, she grew angry with herself. ’I should have hit those kidnappers harder when I was beating them up just now.’

"Boss."

Woody arrived just then. Seeing the lead kidnapper already unconscious on the ground, he knew he was too late.

"Let’s get Youngest Master Lockwood in the car first."

Eliza Sutton nodded.

Woody reached out to pick up Emmett Lockwood.

Eliza instinctively hugged Emmett tighter, and Emmett instinctively clung to Eliza.

They both looked at Woody with expressions one might use for a child trafficker.

Woody was speechless.

’Come to think of it, this Youngest Master Lockwood really does resemble the boss,’ Woody thought. ’No wonder she’s so fond of him.’

Woody said, "Why don’t you carry the Youngest Master into the car, Boss?"

Eliza didn’t refuse and carried Emmett Lockwood into the car.

Woody immediately took out a first-aid kit.

Eliza said, "Emmett, I’m going to take your clothes off to treat your wounds, okay?"

"Okay." Emmett obediently let Eliza take off his clothes.

The kidnappers had shown no mercy. Emmett’s small body was covered in raw, open wounds. Since some time had passed, some of the wounds had started to crust over, the skin sticking to the flesh.

As Eliza carefully cleaned the wounds with hydrogen peroxide, an irrepressible killing intent flared in her eyes.

’These kidnappers deserve to die, but Fabian Lockwood deserves it most of all.’

In a wealthy and powerful family like the Lockwoods, power struggles, conspiracies, backstabbing, and even poisonings were all considered normal.

Money and power were things that drove people mad, so any action, no matter how extreme, was considered justifiable.

But Fabian Lockwood should never, ever have laid a hand on Emmett.

"Mama, it doesn’t hurt," Emmett said softly, sensing Eliza’s emotional turmoil and clutching the corner of her shirt.

"But it hurts me," Eliza said, looking at Emmett seriously. "My heart aches for you."

Emmett Lockwood froze. For once, the ever-intelligent boy’s face was completely blank.

No one had ever said something like that to him before.

Not even his so-called birth mother, Vivian Forrest.

Eliza quickly but gently finished applying medicine to the front of Emmett’s body. "Emmett, turn around."

Emmett obediently turned, exposing his frail back to Eliza.

Eliza instinctively glanced at the small of Emmett’s back.

A welt from a whip cut across it, leaving the skin on his lower back torn and bloody, with not a patch of unbroken skin in sight.

When she realized what she had been looking for, Eliza was suddenly filled with guilt. ’I must be going crazy from missing Theo, to actually mistake Emmett for him.’

’How could that be possible?’

’Emmett is the child of Shane Lockwood and the woman he loved, the Little Prince of the Lockwood family. But my two children... they were brought into this world only because of a scheme.’

’Their father is some nobody whose identity I don’t even know.’

’Besides, my Leo died long ago, and Theo went missing when he was two weeks old. Emmett has been with the Lockwood family since birth.’

Realizing she was actually analyzing Emmett’s origins, Eliza took a deep breath.

’I’ve been thinking about my children so much it’s become a maddening obsession, to the point I’d think Emmett was my son.’

Eliza’s movements were gentle, and she quickly finished applying the medicine to Emmett’s back before giving him an anti-inflammatory pill.

"Emmett, let me take you back to Seacliff Manor to rest. I can go to the Lockwood Estate by myself."

Emmett shook his head. "Mama, I can do it."

Seeing Eliza’s worried expression, Emmett offered her a smile. "Mama, I know I’m still a little kid, but I’m also a man. Now that Dad’s gone, I’m the pillar of our home. Trust me. Besides, my dad taught me that hiding is for cowards. I don’t want to be a coward, and I don’t want Dad to think I am one."

Emmett’s voice choked with emotion, and tears began to fall, one by one.

...

The Lockwood Estate.

The Lockwood family had always been secretive, rarely opening their doors to outsiders. It was only because of Shane Lockwood’s funeral that guests were allowed to come and go—provided, of course, that they had an invitation.

Two rows of bodyguards stood at the entrance to the estate, where Butler Lockwood personally oversaw the checking of invitations.

"Mr. Willow, thank you for coming."

"Mr. Ellington, this way, please."

Each guest was personally escorted by a servant of the Lockwood family.

Every person who stepped foot into the estate was a prominent figure in Seabourne. Many of them had visited the Lockwood Estate before, yet each visit still left them in awe.

It wasn’t its luxury that was so stunning, but its heritage—the profound legacy of a family that had been passed down for centuries.

Master Lockwood did not make an appearance.

Although Shane Lockwood had been the Family Head, he was, after all, of a younger generation.

It was not customary for Master Lockwood to appear at the funeral of someone from a younger generation.

Mrs. Lockwood was present, but she remained in the mourning hall, like a wooden doll. The task of receiving the guests fell to the second branch of the family.

Florence Young and Lord Lockwood stood at the entrance to the main hall, their faces beaming. If not for the black mourning clothes they wore and the white flowers pinned to their chests, their ecstatic expressions would have been more fitting for a son’s wedding.

The passing guests were all very courteous, offering their compliments one by one.

"You two have worked so hard today. And the Second Young Master’s deep love for his brother is truly touching."

Fabian Lockwood replied, "You’re too kind. I’m heartbroken that my elder brother is gone. Being able to send him off is the last thing I can do for him as his younger brother."

Fabian Lockwood tried his best to look sorrowful, but he couldn’t hide the triumphant gleam in his eyes.