Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 973 Sister, I’m Sorry

Chapter 973: Chapter 973 Sister, I’m Sorry

David Locke was momentarily taken aback by Mary Scott’s move, and the cold aura surrounding him suddenly dissipated as he looked at her a bit dazedly, momentarily transforming from a wolf into a dog.

Alfred Scott originally thought his sister was losing out too much in this relationship. He felt ashamed for his sister’s public display of affection, yet in the next moment, as he saw the assertive Director Locke blushing and staring at his sister like a loyal big dog, even able to see the shining stars in David Locke’s eyes from his angle, he suddenly felt he might have misunderstood something.

Mia Anderson, who had been trying hard to reduce her presence, was suddenly fed with a mouthful of PDA. Seeing David Locke’s reaction, she silently gave Mary Scott a thumbs up in her heart.

Indeed, being able to become David Locke’s woman was extraordinary.

David Locke took a while to recover before speaking incredulously, "What do you mean by what you just said?"

"Just what it sounds like," Mary Scott continued to smile sweetly at David Locke.

Her smile made David Locke’s whole body feel soft, and uncontrollably, he recalled the woman’s unbelievably cooperative and charming demeanor from last night. His Adam’s apple bobbed, "Mary Scott, did you seduce me last night just for today’s matter?"

"I..." Mary Scott instinctively wanted to deny it, but in the end, she obediently nodded, "I know you’ve been working hard to clear my name, but you’re well aware, this tactic of diverting attention, even if it succeeds, will end up harming both sides."

"I’m willing," David Locke said somewhat domineeringly.

"But I’m not," Mary Scott half-knelt and gently embraced David Locke, repeating softly by his ear, "I’m not willing. You’re reluctant to let me go, so do I have to watch you destroy your career?"

"I’m just behind the scenes, not so important," David Locke said this, even he felt it was insincere.

Mary Scott glanced at him and didn’t linger on the topic, "I’ve thought it over. With my talent, even if I stay in this industry, it might not be a long-term thing, but you’re different. Your talent and abilities are widely recognized, and besides, I’m not young. Once I leave the industry, I should get ready for pregnancy. If I’m lucky, I’ll be pregnant this year, then I’ll have to take care of the child. After the child is one or two, shouldn’t we have another one? That would delay things for four or five years. Even if I stay in the industry, I won’t achieve much, so I might as well leave while I can."

"You want to give me two children?" David Locke was surprised. Last time, he was already happy to know Mary Scott was willing to have kids with him, and now hearing it would be two made him even more thrilled. After all, a woman only wishes to have children with a man she truly loves.

Mary Scott nodded solemnly and patted David Locke’s head like a big dog, "Of course, who wouldn’t want to give Director Locke a child?"

"Humph." David Locke thought of her previous attitude towards him and huffed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was too obvious, making the humph lack any momentum.

Seeing that she had almost coaxed David Locke, Mary Scott then suggested again, "Should I go out now and you wait here for me?"

"I’ll go out with you."

"No need, you going out will only make things more complicated."

"But..."

"Don’t you trust me?" Mary Scott interrupted David Locke.

David Locke looked into the woman’s determined eyes, took a breath, and reluctantly nodded.

Upon hearing this, Mary Scott looked at Mia Anderson, "Then let’s go."

Saying this, she hurriedly pulled Mia Anderson out of Alfred Scott’s hospital room, afraid the man would change his mind.

David Locke: "..." Why do I feel like I’ve been tricked?

He couldn’t help but look towards Alfred Scott on the hospital bed, only to see Alfred Scott covering his forehead speechlessly, slightly dissatisfied, "What kind of reaction is that?"

Alfred Scott looked sympathetically at David Locke, "I used to think my sister only fooled me and was upset about it for a long time. Now, I suddenly feel relieved."

David Locke: "..."

He gritted his teeth, "So she often tricks people like this?"

"Not too often, I guess. She sometimes uses violence with me. Unlike with you, where she says all sorts of mushy things," Alfred Scott thought of his sister’s way of handling David Locke earlier and felt an instant chill all over.

A shiver ran through David Locke as he realized that last night, in order to fool him and prevent him from discovering her intentions, the woman had used all her tricks in bed. Now, since last night’s methods wouldn’t work, she resorted to sweet talk and ultimately played the trump card of children.

After taking a deep breath, David Locke said to Alfred Scott, "I’m going to find your sister, call a nurse if you need anything."

After saying this, David Locke wheeled his chair out of the hospital room.

Alfred Scott watched David Locke’s retreating figure and thought of his sister’s earlier words about not going far in the industry due to her lack of talent, which made her deliberately turn away from David Locke’s eyes.

How could she really be willing to let go?

Initially, it might have been because it offered quick money since there was Dobbin Locke in the circle, but what about after? Even without talent, she worked desperately hard in every role she was given.

Maybe it was true that she lacked talent, but the claim that she didn’t enjoy it was definitely false.

Reflecting on this, Alfred Scott’s eyes dimmed. If it weren’t for their father, his sister wouldn’t have to endure such difficulties and grievances. But why should their father’s mistakes continuously affect his sister? Haven’t her years of compensation and redemption been enough?

Lying in the hospital bed, Alfred Scott’s heart was filled with both a deep sense of pity for his sister and bitter resentment.

Just as Alfred Scott was getting more and more emotionally stirred, noises suddenly erupted outside. Unable to hold back, he tried to get up to see what was happening outside. After all, David Locke was worried about his sister, and so was he.

Just as Alfred Scott opened the hospital room door and took a step out, someone suddenly shouted at him, and then three or four people rushed toward him.

Before Alfred Scott could react, those people all pulled out microphones and pointed them at him.

Frowning, Alfred Scott asked, "What do you want?"

"Are you Mary Scott’s brother? What’s your take on your sister getting married to Director Locke while still entangled with her ex-husband?"

"Is your father really the corrupt Constance Scott, who embezzled billions? With such a stain, does Mary Scott entering the entertainment industry mean she thinks the public is foolish?"

"With stars constantly exposed in scandals, is it the Scott family’s influence at play behind the scenes?"

"As children of Constance Scott, do you feel ashamed? How dare you stand in front of the public and win fans’ love?"

"It’s heard that Mary Scott is going to a press conference today to use Charlotte Leigh’s scandal to clean her image, is it true?"

"With such a background, how can Mary Scott be worthy of Director Locke? Has she hidden your father’s matters from Director Locke..."

Alfred Scott only got a word in when several reporters bombarded him with a cascade of questions, each one sharper and nastier than the last, making Alfred Scott’s already unwell face turn even worse.

In the past, seeing his sister besieged like this had always made him worry and urge her to change her job, but his sister always told him dealing with reporters was a piece of cake compared to the first days in the M Kingdom, where they slept holding knives every night, always ready to face drunks or thugs.

Alfred Scott always agreed wholeheartedly, but until this moment, he suddenly realized that it wasn’t true. This sharp questioning and all sorts of speculations felt no more comfortable than the drunks at that time; indeed, verbal attacks held more destructive power.

All these years, his sister kept him protected well, not letting him look at internet insults. To reassure her, he did not look, focusing instead on his studies, thinking as long as he worked hard and carved out a piece of the world for her, it would be enough.

Just as he teased David Locke earlier for being brainwashed by his sister, he had been the same all these years. Only, unlike David Locke, who protected his sister, he naturally enjoyed the safe haven she had built for him, staying comfortably in his ivory tower, and even insisted on staying at school, knowing her problems could cause her trouble.

If not for David Locke’s early arrangements, he might not have simply hurt his arm today but rather feared for his life.

Listening to the reporters’ nonsense, Alfred Scott couldn’t help but think that his sister must have been fearful and anxious too in the beginning, right? Ever since arriving in the M Kingdom, his sister had been keeping their lives afloat by herself, making herself a fortress while he had truly believed she could do anything!

His heart ached with every thought, and looking at those reporters again, he only found their faces abhorrent, gripping his fists tightly as venomous words reached his tongue but were swallowed back by reason.

If he acted on impulse, it would only bring more trouble to his sister.

Taking a deep breath, Alfred Scott calmed his emotions before addressing the reporters, "Yes, my father made mistakes, but I’m not guilty, and my sister isn’t either. She hasn’t violated any constitutional laws, so why can’t she do the work she wants?"

"Not guilty, huh? You used the sweat and tears of the people your father embezzled, living a worry-free life, yet you dare say you’re not guilty?" As soon as Alfred Scott finished speaking, a reporter sarcastically countered, while a vlogger from who knows where pointed the live stream camera close to his face.

Once the reporter finished their taunting question, the screen immediately filled with a barrage of insulting and mocking comments.

Alfred Scott clenched his fists tightly, "So what if it’s true? At that time, my sister was seventeen, I was thirteen, wasn’t it right to be supported by our parents? And ever since my sister found out about our father, she hasn’t used a single penny from home. In the M Kingdom, she refused all help, surviving with me, a thirteen-year-old child, working illegally due to the lack of a green card. Her marriage to Lambert Norman was just a means of survival. They were never together. Once she saved up money, my sister brought me back to the country. Over the years, whatever she earned in entertainment, apart from paying for my education, she donated every penny to orphanages and welfare institutions in Shenton City. Isn’t that enough? Must we atone with our lives for our father’s crimes?"

Emotional, Alfred Scott’s voice trembled uncontrollably towards the end, his eyes reddened past comprehension. His sister would never reveal these things to others; she felt it beneath her, but he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t watch them keep bullying his sister, all for the mistakes of others, even if that person was their father!

Reporters and viewers in the live stream who were waiting to mock Alfred Scott suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the young man with reddened eyes, unsure whether it was from anger or shock, shivering slightly.

The young man had an exceptionally handsome face, with bright eyes like Mary Scott’s that conveyed sincerity. His struggle to hold back tears was heart-wrenching, leaving them momentarily speechless.

Upon hearing the commotion, Mary Scott returned just in time to hear what her brother had said, her heart trembled slightly. Pushing through the reporters, she stepped forward to shield Alfred Scott, "Please, my brother is still young and just got injured. Kindly let him rest; any inquiries can be directed to me."

Seeing Mary Scott, the reporters regained their composure, quickly aiming microphones at her and throwing all sorts of questions her way.

Mary Scott was about to answer when Alfred Scott pulled her behind him, "Sis, you’ve raised me this far, not for nothing. I figure now that I’ve grown up, I can shield you from wind and rain. Direct your questions at me."

"Is what you just said true? Was Mary Scott’s marriage to Mr. Norman just for convenience?"

"Did Mary Scott really donate all the money she earned to welfare institutions?"

"Was her intention to atone for Constance Scott’s sins or for herself?"

"..."

After a brief silence, the media still wouldn’t let Mary Scott go.

Yet, compared to the cold-bloodedness of these few entertainment reporters, the audience in the internet broadcast live stream had a completely different attitude.

Perhaps the naturally attractive nature of the young boy softened them, and combined with his earlier sincere speech and stubbornness in holding back tears, it made millions of girls’ hearts melt, quickly shifting their stance to him.

Moreover, the brother and sister mutually protecting each other scene touched many, prompting sympathy and warmth among the audience.

A flurry of pleas popped up in the live commentaries, such as, "Indeed, why burden children with their father’s guilt? Especially when they were so young back then. Haven’t they suffered enough?"

"You might not know, but after Mr. Scott was sentenced, his wife divorced him and ran away!"

"No wonder the young man said he was raised by his sister. Gosh, a seventeen-year-old girl with a thirteen-year-old boy trying to survive in a foreign country... Unthinkable!"

"Bet they said all this to gain sympathy. They wouldn’t have gone to the M Kingdom if they were penniless."

"I just don’t feel that young man is that kind of person, plus have you ever seen Mary Scott play the victim?"

"Hesitantly raising my hand here, I work at a welfare institution in Shenton City, and I did hear about a Miss Scott who has been a longtime donor. She’s never appeared herself though; could it be Mary Scott?"

"Really?"

"..."

Initially, people only discussed these in comments. Still, as the live broadcast’s audience grew, some sharp-eyed netizens uploaded screenshots to social media, increasing the issue’s prominence continuously.

Outside the livestream, Mary Scott looked at the reporters surrounding Alfred Scott, her voice calm and chilly, "An hour from now, I’ll be holding a press conference at X Hotel, where I’ll clarify all issues. I’d appreciate it if you could be punctual, as my brother needs rest now."

Having said this, Mary Scott glanced not far at David Locke. At his gesture, the temporary bodyguards swiftly moved forward to escort the reporters and vloggers away.

Some reporters were discontent, but seeing Mary Scott’s firm attitude and knowing she promised to explain all at the upcoming press conference, they realized staying would only cause trouble and reluctantly left.

Once they had departed, Mary Scott turned back to Alfred Scott.

Thinking about his earlier words, Alfred Scott lowered his head, focusing on his toes, "Sorry, sis."