After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 159: Hoping You’ll Die

"Shane Lockwood!" Fabian’s face flushed with anger, but then he broke into a laugh. "Don’t get too comfortable, Shane. I admit, you’ve won for now, but you won’t be the winner forever. Grandfather allowed me and my father to set foot in the Lockwood estate this time, and he’ll do it again. Before long, we’ll move back in. When that day comes, who knows into whose hands the Lockwood family will fall. After all, Grandfather hasn’t passed on yet."

Fabian looked incredibly smug.

Eliza looked at him and suddenly called out, "Grandfather, Fabian is hoping you’ll die soon."

"I didn’t! Grandfather, don’t listen to her nonsen—" Fabian explained frantically, but his voice died in his throat as he spun around.

There was no one behind him. The space was empty.

He had been tricked by Eliza again.

That’s right.

Again.

The same woman had tricked him multiple times using the exact same method.

Fabian flew into a rage. He couldn’t take it anymore and raised his hand to strike Eliza.

But before his hand could reach her, Shane grabbed his wrist.

Eliza, who had already lifted her foot to counterattack, was thoroughly displeased.

’What a meddler,’ she thought. ’Does he really think I need his protection?’

Shane didn’t notice Eliza’s annoyance. He tightened his grip on Fabian’s wrist, his fingers digging in. Fabian’s relatively handsome face crumpled in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! You’re breaking my hand!"

"It’s supposed to hurt," Shane said, his voice level. But as he applied more pressure, his tone became glacially cold. "You’re getting off easy for trying to lay a hand on your sister-in-law." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

With that, Shane forcefully flung Fabian aside.

Fabian crashed to the ground. His clothes tore, and his arm was scraped and bloody. The sharp pain made him lose all reason.

"Don’t get cocky, Shane Lockwood! One day, I’ll take your position back!" Fabian’s voice was a low growl, as if he wanted to tear Shane to pieces.

Eliza remarked, "Now he really hates you."

Shane was unconcerned. "As if he wouldn’t hate me anyway, even if I’d been polite. Besides, you’re Mrs. Lockwood."

In truth, Shane had never taken his rivalry with Fabian seriously.

’They’re just ordinary men; there’s nothing wrong with wanting to climb the ladder.’

’Most of the time, ambition isn’t a bad thing.’

But when the second branch of the family started coming after him—and repeatedly targeting Emmett—all for the sake of power, the conflict became irreconcilable.

Eliza hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something.

Shane said coolly, "If you have something to say, just say it. But you can save the thank-yous."

Eliza took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Shane, I spent five years in prison."

"And?" Shane looked at her skeptically. "Are you feeling insecure about it?"

"..." Eliza said, "My point is, anyone who can survive five years in prison isn’t some delicate little flower who can’t take care of herself. So, please, try not to steal my thunder."

As she spoke, Eliza walked over and kicked Fabian viciously a few times.

Fabian was kicked unconscious.

Her movements were so clean, so ferocious, that even Shane’s temple couldn’t help but twitch.

Shane looked at the formidable Eliza and said with a hint of awe, "Got it."

Satisfied, Eliza turned and walked away, making no move to push Shane’s wheelchair.

Shane didn’t seem to mind. He watched her until she was out of sight before looking away.

He wheeled himself over to Fabian.

Shane leaned down and patted Fabian’s cheek. "Learn to be more observant. You should cherish the life you have. If you mess up, you might not get to keep it."

Fabian kept his eyes squeezed shut, pretending to be dead to the world.

Shane paid him no mind. He took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped his fingers, as if he had touched something filthy.

Then, he let the handkerchief drop onto Fabian’s face.

Shane wheeled himself away.

Once the sound of the wheelchair faded, Fabian violently tore the handkerchief from his face, revealing a visage twisted with hatred.

"Sha-ne. Lock-wood!"

He spat out each syllable, as if he wanted to chew Shane up and spit him out.

After leaving, Eliza ran into Mrs. Lockwood.

Mrs. Lockwood invited Eliza to Serenity Gardens.

After Eliza was seated, Mrs. Lockwood personally served her tea.

Eliza accepted it with both hands, looking flustered. "I could have gotten it myself. I couldn’t possibly trouble you."

"It’s just a cup of tea." Mrs. Lockwood gestured. "Please, try it."

Eliza took a sip. "It’s slightly bitter on the tongue but has a sweet aftertaste. Your brewing skills are extraordinary. It’s as if you studied under the tea master, Lady Neve."

"You have a discerning palate. A pity I wasn’t a better student; I’m afraid I’ve brought shame to my master." Mrs. Lockwood’s expression grew nostalgic.

In her youth, her life had been wonderfully exciting. But after her husband’s death, her life, and she herself, had become as quiet as Serenity Gardens.

Eliza remained silent, allowing Mrs. Lockwood to be immersed in her memories.

After a moment, Mrs. Lockwood snapped out of her reverie and said apologetically, "Once you get older, you tend to get lost in old memories. Please excuse me."

Eliza shook her head.

Mrs. Lockwood continued, "I asked you here today to apologize. I’ve spoiled Pearl, and that’s why she’s caused all this trouble. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive her, seeing as she’s still so young. In a few days, I will bring her to apologize to you personally."

Eliza shook her head. "I’m also at fault. I used a design that was easily misunderstood. I don’t blame her. It’s just... that design was meant for an auction."

Mrs. Lockwood said, "Since you’ve made your decision, there’s no reason for you to take it back. Besides, Pearl is always so headstrong. It’s time she learned a lesson."

Mrs. Lockwood then asked, "You’ve seen the boy... does he... does he really look exactly like Shane?"

"Yes. Identical. He and Emmett look like they were cast from the same mold."

Mrs. Lockwood grew excited at once. "Really? That’s wonderful!"

Unlike Master Lockwood, Mrs. Lockwood wasn’t concerned about the family bloodline so much as she was worried about Emmett.

The Lockwood family and its enterprises are vast; it would be good for him to have a brother for mutual support.

"Where is the boy? I want to see him." Mrs. Lockwood stood up eagerly, ready to head for Seacliff Manor.

"Mother!" Eliza stopped her. "You won’t be able to see him if you go now. Theo... I mean, the boy... he snuck away from Seacliff Manor."

Mrs. Lockwood froze. "Left? Why would he leave?"

"He probably thinks we’re all bad people." Eliza recounted what had happened with Theo. "Don’t worry, Secretary Irvine is already out looking for him with a team. I’ll go search for him myself later, too. We’ll be sure to bring him back safely. But we can’t let this get out. If someone else hears about it and finds him first, it could be a huge problem."

"Yes." Mrs. Lockwood understood the implications, of course.

No matter how powerful the Lockwood family was, they still had enemies. And those enemies would stop at nothing if they could use an heir’s life to threaten the family.

Mrs. Lockwood sat back down on the sofa and took Eliza’s hand. "Eliza, you’ve truly been through so much."