After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 3: Rescuing Big Trouble

His eyes were like a hawk’s—cold, indifferent, and glinting with a boundless danger that was utterly chilling.

Eliza Sutton was startled, staring blankly at him. "Y-you’re awake?"

Shane Lockwood’s eyes were open, but they didn’t move at all.

Eliza carefully placed her fingers on his wrist. His physical condition was still terrible. ’His ability to open his eyes now must be a result of the acupuncture I just performed.’

She summoned her courage and covered his eyes with her palm.

The man’s eyelashes brushed against her palm, a faintly ticklish sensation.

Shane Lockwood slowly closed his eyes.

Eliza let out a long sigh of relief and tried to pull the man’s arm away.

She failed.

Instead, she ended up working herself into a sweat.

Forced to lie in the arms of a strange man, Eliza felt extremely uncomfortable.

She thought she would never be able to fall asleep, but to her surprise, she drifted off quickly.

She had a dream about that night five years ago.

In a pitch-black room, a man held her slender waist captive, taking her with abandon.

The pain was unbearable. She cried and begged for mercy, only to be met with the man’s escalating frenzy.

His hot, ragged breaths were right by her ear. "Baby, I’ll take responsibility for you."

KNOCK KNOCK—

The incessant knocking woke Eliza Sutton. Her eyes fluttered open to a vast expanse of a honey-toned chest looming before her. Further up were the man’s sexy Adam’s apple and his elegant jawline.

Realizing she had actually fallen asleep in the man’s arms, Eliza immediately jumped off the bed, thoroughly annoyed with herself.

’When did my guard get so low?’

"Mistress, are you awake?" a maid’s voice called from outside the door.

"I’m up. Please wait a moment." Eliza changed her clothes as quickly as possible. When she pulled open the door, she saw Mrs. Lockwood standing there with maids and the doctor from last night.

"Mother."

Eliza greeted her with a slight bow of her head.

Mrs. Lockwood gave a lukewarm response and led the group inside.

The doctor first examined Shane Lockwood and said, "The Young Master’s condition is stable for now. His life is not in immediate danger."

Mrs. Lockwood’s expression softened. She thanked the doctor, "Thank you for your trouble, Doctor."

"You’re too kind," the doctor said as he took out several IV bags from his medical kit.

Eliza glanced at the text on the IV bags and subconsciously blurted out, "Wait a moment."

The moment she spoke, everyone’s attention turned to her.

Mrs. Lockwood frowned. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking that once the IV is set up, it will be less convenient to give the Young Master a sponge bath."

"Then you’ll just have to wake up earlier in the future and give Shane his bath before Doctor Shepherd arrives."

Eliza agreed. Seeing a maid bring over a basin of hot water, she took the initiative to wring out a hot towel and began to wipe Shane Lockwood down.

Even though the man on the bed had been in a coma for a long time, thanks to the meticulous care of the Lockwood Family, he still possessed a perfect physique, enough to make any woman’s heart race and cheeks flush.

For some reason, the memory of being held in Shane Lockwood’s arms last night surfaced in Eliza’s mind. She didn’t know why, but she kept associating the feeling with the man who had taken her innocence five years ago.

"The Mistress’s massage technique is very professional."

Hearing Doctor Shepherd’s words, Eliza realized that she had been subconsciously giving Shane Lockwood a massage.

She looked up and said calmly, "I read online that comatose patients need frequent massages and stimulation. So, before I married into the family, I found an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor to learn a set of massage techniques."p>

Doctor Shepherd was in full agreement. "The Young Master is bedridden all day, so frequent massages are certainly beneficial. Besides, the Mistress’s set of techniques is not easy to learn. You must have put a great deal of effort into studying it."

The expression on Mrs. Lockwood’s face also softened considerably. "That was very thoughtful of you."

...

After lunch, Eliza went for a walk in the garden. She had made a loop and was about to head back when she heard a SPLASH in the distance, as if something had been thrown into the water.

Eliza hesitated for a moment, then hurried over. In the lotus-filled lake, a small head was bobbing up and down before it quickly sank beneath the surface.

Without a second thought, Eliza turned and jumped into the lake.

"Mistress!" Minnie cried out in alarm.

Eliza quickly emerged from the water, carrying a small boy of about four or five.

"It’s the Young Master!" Minnie was stunned.

Even after five years in prison, she had heard of the Lockwood Group’s "God of Wealth," Shane Lockwood’s illegitimate son—the heir to the Lockwood family’s hundred-billion-dollar fortune, their glittering Little Prince.

But now, he had been thrown into the lake and nearly drowned. Worse yet, he was currently in her arms.

’Talk about a hot potato.’

’This little thing in my arms is the very definition of it.’

Eliza never imagined she would end up saving such a huge problem.

Still, she couldn’t just toss him back into the lake.

Eliza took a deep breath, laid the little boy over her lap, and patted his back forcefully. Seeing Minnie still standing there in a daze, she ordered, "Hurry up and get help!"

Minnie snapped back to her senses and ran off in a panic, shouting as she went, "Help! Someone come save the Young Master!"

"COUGH, COUGH... GAG..."

The little boy spat out a mouthful of water, and the color returned to his face. His long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Mommy..."

The weak, soft voice struck a chord deep in Eliza’s heart, reminding her of the two children she hadn’t seen since their birth.

Looking at the little dumpling’s pale, weak face, Eliza instinctively wanted to comfort him. Just as her fingertips were about to touch his chubby little cheek, a rush of urgent footsteps approached.

The next second, the child was snatched from her arms.

Eliza instinctively wanted to grab the child back, but thankfully, her reason returned at the last moment.

’This is not my child.’

"Mommy..."

Even as he was held in someone else’s arms, the little boy stubbornly reached for her, his wide eyes fixed on her, calling for her silently.

But he was too weak, his voice as faint as a buzzing mosquito. The anxious group of people didn’t hear him at all as they rushed him off to find a doctor.

After a quick change of clothes, Eliza was brought before Mrs. Lockwood.

"Eliza Sutton, what exactly happened?"

"I was taking a walk in the garden after lunch when I saw a child fall into the lake, so I rescued him."

Eliza briefly recounted the events. Recalling the way the little milk bun had looked at her, she couldn’t help but add, "When I pulled him out, I checked his condition. He has some marks on his neck. He was probably knocked unconscious."

Eliza knew that as a bride married into the family to ward off ill fortune, she should play it safe and avoid trouble. But she had acted on impulse.

She could turn a blind eye to anyone else, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be indifferent to a child of that age.

There was no trace of surprise on Mrs. Lockwood’s face; instead, it was instantly filled with sorrow.

She murmured, "This is the fourth time this month. Poisoning, a car accident, going missing, and now falling into the water... They refuse to give Emmett any chance to live!"