After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 62: Master Willow: Let My Grandson Be Your Backup

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Master Willow: Let My Grandson Be Your Backup

Eliza Sutton took a deep breath and said, "Master Willow, I’m really already married. And I have a son. I’m afraid I’m not fortunate enough to accept your kind offer."

Master Willow was deeply disappointed.

’How could the granddaughter-in-law I finally set my sights on be married off so young?’

Unwilling to give up, Master Willow asked, "How is your relationship with your husband?"

Eliza Sutton froze. Her relationship with Shane Lockwood...

The way he looked at her flashed through her mind.

Cold. Suspicious. Repulsed. Distant.

’This wasn’t how a husband and wife should be.’

The only silver lining was that she had never planned on a long-term future with Shane Lockwood.

Master Willow, sharp as a tack from his many years, saw right through her. He immediately said, "The slogan at the Civil Affairs Bureau says: ’Marriage is for happiness, and so is divorce.’ You’re so young. You should think more about yourself. You should stay away from unhappy places and people who make you unhappy. Granddaughter-in-law, if you need any help, just tell your grandpa. I definitely won’t let you get the short end of the stick."

Seeing Master Willow’s eager expression, as if he couldn’t wait to help her get a divorce, Eliza felt a wave of exasperation. "There’s no need," she said quickly. "He and I already have an understanding."

She and Shane Lockwood were only supposed to be a couple for three months anyway. A month had already passed, not to mention the incident last night. The marriage could end at any moment, so there was really no need to waste the effort.

Master Willow’s spirits lifted. "Since you have an understanding, you should start making plans! Don’t you young people always say the best way to get over one relationship is to find a new one? I can’t guarantee much else, but the one thing I can guarantee is that my grandson is handsome enough."

"Master Willow, even if it really comes to that, I won’t be considering marriage anytime soon."

"No problem! Before you start considering it, just let my grandson be your backup option—one of the fish in your pond. When you’re ready, you can let him move up the ranks."

Eliza was speechless.

’Is this grandson really his flesh and blood?’

’What kind of grandfather would let his own grandson be a backup option, a fish in someone’s pond?’

"It’s mainly because my granddaughter-in-law is so outstanding. If I don’t pull out my trump card, my grandson wouldn’t even stand a chance." Master Willow chuckled, making no effort to hide the fact that his grandson was little more than a pretty face.

Eliza said, "...Please stop calling me ’granddaughter-in-law.’ You can just call me Eliza Sutton."

"Alright, granddaughter-in-law."

Eliza was speechless.

Master Willow took out his phone. "Here, let’s exchange contact info."

Then, he added Eliza on every single platform she had.

WeChat, QQ, DingTalk, text message, Fetion...

When Master Willow saw that Eliza had accepted all his requests, he beamed with satisfaction. "Granddaughter-in-law, let’s set a time for next Sunday afternoon. We’ll have a meal, and you can meet that rascal of mine."

Eliza said, "...There’s no need to rush."

"So you’re fine with it, granddaughter-in-law! It’s settled, then. Alright, you get back to work." Master Willow was ecstatic. He waved his hand and walked away, humming a Huangmei opera tune.

Eliza was speechless.

’I must have made a mistake when I took his pulse earlier,’ she thought. ’How else could he be so hard of hearing and have such a bad case of amnesia?’

When Eliza returned to the hospital room, Mrs. Lockwood was gone.

Shane Lockwood was no longer lying on the bed. He was sitting in his wheelchair, getting dressed with Erik Irvine’s help.

It should have been a simple task.

But while the wound on Shane Lockwood’s back had begun to heal, it was still extremely painful, making it nearly impossible for him to lift his arms like a normal person.

After several failed attempts to get the sleeve on, Erik was already sweating with anxiety.

"Let me," Eliza said, walking over.

"Thank you, Mistress." Looking as if he’d been granted amnesty, Erik immediately handed the clothes to Eliza.

Shane Lockwood glanced up at Eliza but ultimately said nothing more.

Eliza unfolded the shirt in her hands and said in a soft voice, "Lift your arm. A little to the left. Yes, just like that..."

Under Eliza’s guidance, Shane Lockwood quickly put on the shirt.

Next was the suit jacket.

Shane Lockwood looked up at Eliza, surprised. "You’re quite skilled at helping people get dressed."

’Of course I’m skilled.’

’After her two children were taken away, she missed them so much that she made two cloth dolls. She would dress them and care for them. Just now, she had simply treated Shane Lockwood as if he were one of those dolls.’

Eliza said, "Your back injury is just starting to heal, so you must be careful. Remember, Mom and Emmett are waiting for you to come home."

Shane Lockwood hadn’t expected Eliza to say that. He gave her a deep look, then grunted in acknowledgment a moment later and left.

After Shane Lockwood was discharged, Eliza left as well, returning to work at The Lockwood Group.

Over the next week, Eliza Sutton saw Shane Lockwood every day.

However, it was always online.

Shane Lockwood had flown abroad on his private jet to handle a hundred-billion-dollar merger and acquisition case.

It was the biggest news in the business world, an event that was like a magnitude-10 earthquake for the entire industry.

You couldn’t open your phone or computer without seeing the news.

And the man stirring up this storm was none other than Shane Lockwood, seated in his wheelchair.

Shane Lockwood was very protective of his privacy, so there were almost no front-facing photos of him. Still, Eliza could imagine the cold intensity in his eyes and the imperial aura surrounding him.

Suddenly, Crystal Harrison leaned over, looking at the news on Eliza’s computer screen. "I never would’ve thought you’d be following news about President Lockwood."

Eliza asked, "Is it that strange for me to be following news about him?"

Crystal Harrison nodded. "Yes, it is. Very strange."

"Oh?"

"Before, whenever people in the design department talked about the president, everyone—men and women alike—would get all dreamy-eyed and full of admiration, acting like they wanted to marry him on the spot. You were the only one who was completely calm."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Mhm," Crystal nodded emphatically. "Your expression when you hear news about President Lockwood is no different from when you hear someone mention a rock."

Eliza said, "Is it possible that I’m just more reserved, so you all didn’t notice?"

Crystal said, "If you’d said that before, I would have thought you were full of it. But now... I think it might actually be true."

Crystal’s reasoning was solid. If you didn’t genuinely like someone, why would you secretly pay so much attention to them?

"Go for it, Eliza Sutton!"

"What?"

"To win over President Lockwood, of course! After all, you’re so beautiful. Even I like looking at you, and I’m a woman, let alone the men."

"If looks determined everything, they wouldn’t use exams to select talent. They’d just pick based on face," Brenda Preston’s cold voice cut in.

Crystal turned her head, shrank back, and returned to her seat.

Brenda Preston glared viciously at Eliza. "You, get over here!"

Eliza had no choice but to follow Brenda Preston to her office.

The moment the door closed, Brenda’s hand flew toward her face in a slap.

"You bitch! Don’t you know your place? How dare you try to seduce Shane!"