「At the Lockwood Estate.」
Emtt Lockwood stood at the door like a forlorn statue, while Mrs. Chandler had been trying patiently to persuade him for so ti.
"Little Master, let’s go inside and eat first. The Mistress will be back soon."
"You’ve said ’soon’ one hundred and eighty-three tis, but Mama still isn’t back." Emtt Lockwood added, "Madam Chandler, Mama still hasn’t co back. Does this an she doesn’t want anymore?"
"How could that be? Our Little Master is so cute and so smart. Who could bear to abandon you?"
"Then why isn’t Mama back yet? I haven’t seen her in ten hours and three minutes," Emtt Lockwood said, his face full of sorrow.
Mrs. Chandler: "..."
’She knew they were about to have the sa conversation for the one hundred and eighty-third ti.’
Shane Lockwood wheeled himself out, his face cold as he ordered, "Go inside."
Emtt Lockwood huffed and ignored him completely.
"Emtt Lockwood, I am talking to you!"
Emtt Lockwood said, "Mr. Ellington says that n who aren’t liked by their wives have bad tempers. Daddy, I understand you, and I sympathize with you, but I can’t listen to you."
"Emtt Lockwood!" Shane Lockwood’s voice instantly turned dangerous.
Emtt Lockwood sighed. "Dad, don’t worry. Even if no one wants you, I, your son, will still be here to care for you in your old age. Don’t worry."
As he spoke, Emtt Lockwood patted Shane Lockwood’s arm, the very picture of a filial son.
Shane Lockwood: "..."
Just then, a greeting was heard.
"Mistress."
"Mama’s back!"
Emtt Lockwood darted toward her like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
Shane Lockwood watched his son vanish in an instant, his face as black as charcoal.
’Unwavering devotion?’
’What a great son he turned out to be.’
’And he had no idea what kind of magic this Eliza Sutton used to turn his consistently clever son into a foolish husky.’
Shane Lockwood’s indifferent gaze shifted to Eliza Sutton, only to see that her clothes were soaked and she looked particularly disheveled.
"Mama, did you get caught in the rain? It’s all my fault. If I had gone to pick you up earlier, you wouldn’t have gotten wet."
Looking at the little one before her, Eliza Sutton’s cold heart softened a little. She bent down and stroked Emtt Lockwood’s small face. "It’s not Emtt’s fault. I wasn’t paying attention to the weather."
"Mama, hurry and take a shower. You’ll catch a cold wearing wet clothes." Emtt Lockwood grabbed Eliza Sutton’s hand and started pulling her upstairs.
Eliza Sutton’s arm flinched.
"What’s wrong, Mama?"
"It’s nothing." Eliza Sutton let Emtt Lockwood lead her by the hand. As they passed Shane Lockwood, she paused slightly and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lockwood."
"Mm," Shane Lockwood responded coolly. His nose twitched, and as he watched Eliza Sutton go upstairs, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Once upstairs, Emtt Lockwood hurried Eliza Sutton into the bathroom. As she took off her clothes, she discovered that the bite mark on her arm from that child had stuck to her sleeve.
Eliza Sutton gave a sharp tug, and the sleeve ca away, taking a large patch of skin with it. Blood instantly gushed out, but her expression remained cold, as if she didn’t feel the pain at all.
When Eliza Sutton ca out of the bathroom, Emtt Lockwood was standing at the door holding a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea.
"Mama, drink this quickly. Madam Chandler said drinking ginger tea will keep you from catching a cold."
Eliza Sutton crouched down and patted Emtt Lockwood’s head. "Thank you, Emtt. Just seeing you makes feel much better already."
Emtt Lockwood smiled shyly, his big eyes filled with delight.
Having not seen Eliza Sutton all day, he missed her terribly and followed her around like a little shadow.
Shane Lockwood couldn’t stand it any longer. He reached out a long arm, grabbed the back of his son’s collar, and lifted him over.
"It’s getting late. You should go to your room, take a bath, and go to sleep."
"I don’t want to! Mama just got back. I want to stay with her a little longer."
"Your mother is tired." Perhaps influenced by his son, the words ’your mother’ slipped out of Shane Lockwood’s mouth easily.
Emtt Lockwood looked at Eliza Sutton’s sowhat pale face and said obediently, "Okay, I’ll go take a bath. Good night, Mama."
"Alright," Eliza Sutton agreed, but still walked Emtt Lockwood to his room and closed the bathroom door for him.
「In the bathroom.」
Emtt Lockwood stripped off his clothes in a flash and nimbly stepped toward the bathtub. A birthmark shaped like a goshawk was visible on his left hip.
When Eliza Sutton ca out of the child’s room, she saw Shane Lockwood waiting aside in his wheelchair.
"Mr. Lockwood."
Eliza Sutton lowered her eyes in greeting and was about to leave when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Push back to my room."
Back in the room, Shane Lockwood took out a first-aid kit. Turning his head, he saw Eliza Sutton still standing to the side and said, "Sit."
Eliza Sutton knew she hadn’t hidden the wound on her arm from Shane Lockwood, but she still refused. "It’s just a superficial wound. It’s nothing to worry about."
"So, are you trying to use this superficial wound to play the victim? Or do you want to ’accidentally’ sar blood from your arm onto the bedsheets, making everyone think I couldn’t control myself and took you, so you can cling to the position of Madam Lockwood for the rest of your life?"
"You have a wild imagination, Mr. Lockwood. It’s perfect for writing novels. Should I recomnd a few websites for you?"
"So, why are you refusing?"
Eliza Sutton took a deep breath. "I’ll do it myself."
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the injured arm, then took a cotton swab, dipped it in antiseptic, and began to disinfect the wound.
Even with only one hand, Eliza Sutton’s movents were very deft.
Shane Lockwood asked abruptly, "Have you studied dicine?"
"Yes."
"The file I have on you says you studied fashion design in college."
"I learned in prison," Eliza Sutton said. "You get injured a lot in there, so I picked up a few things."
Shane Lockwood chuckled. "You’re certainly not shy about having been in prison."
"What’s there to be shy about? It’s the truth, isn’t it?" Eliza Sutton took out a roll of gauze, wrapped her wound, and tied a knot with one hand.
"You can rest assured this ti, Mr. Lockwood. My blood will not stain your sheets, nor will it make anyone think you’ve lost your innocence." After a pause, Eliza Sutton added, "I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight."
Seeing Eliza Sutton proactively offer to sleep on the sofa, Shane Lockwood sneered, "You’ve learned the art of playing hard to get quite well."
Eliza Sutton: "..."
’Are all powerful, wealthy n this full of themselves?’
’So much drama.’
Just as she was about to say sothing, there was a sudden knock on the door.
It was Mrs. Chandler.
Mrs. Chandler said with a beaming smile, "Master Lockwood, Mistress, the Madam asked to co in and get a few things."
As she spoke, she raised a hand, and the servants behind her filed in. They efficiently carried away the sofa, the extra pillows and blankets, and even stripped the rug from the floor.
Mrs. Chandler scanned the room, now containing only a large bed, and said with a pleasant smile, "Master Lockwood, Mistress, please rest early."
After saying that, she briskly closed the door.
Shane Lockwood: "..."
Eliza Sutton: "..."
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