After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 119: She’s Under My Protection

Ivan Willow clutched his head, his eyes brimming with tears.

The Little Tyrant Willow felt deeply wronged.

But the little tyrant kept it to himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Fabian Lockwood announced into the microphone from the stage. "My cousin has returned to us today, alive and well. My grandfather has an important announcement to make, and I ask you all to bear witness. Grandfather, if you please."

Fabian Lockwood shoved the microphone into Master Lockwood’s hand.

Master Lockwood looked at Fabian grimly. "Fabian, this is your last chance. It’s not too late to turn back."

"Turn back?" Fabian laughed. "If I turn back now, I’d be a real fucking moron! I’m getting impatient," he snarled. "Hurry it up, Grandfather. I can wait, but my men behind me can’t. For everyone’s sake, just stop stalling."

Master Lockwood averted his gaze and spoke into the microphone. "I am overjoyed today that my grandson, Shane, has returned to us safely. I am getting old, and so I have decided to transfer the fifteen percent of company shares I hold, along with the position of chairman, to Shane..."

"Grandfather!"

Fabian Lockwood violently snatched the microphone back, the viciousness on his face barely contained. "Grandfather, that’s not what we agreed upon!"

He then muffled the microphone, his voice a low, vicious snarl. "You old bastard, if you spout any more nonsense, don’t blame me for what comes next. Or maybe I should have Shane Lockwood die a second time. Would that teach you how to talk?"

As Fabian Lockwood finished speaking, the bodyguards behind him took a menacing step forward, clearly ready for action.

The bodyguards who had slipped into the memorial hall earlier now rested their hands on their waists, their murderous intent palpable.

The guests in the memorial hall grew alarmed.

They were all prominent figures; being suddenly dragged into the Lockwood family’s internal affairs was far too dangerous.

Lost in the crowd, Amelia Sutton’s eyes were filled with malicious glee.

’Eliza Sutton had lorded her status as Madam Lockwood over me time and time again. Now that Shane Lockwood is about to be cast aside, her precious title won’t be worth a damn!’

’Once the second young master gets tired of Eliza, I’ll make that little bitch kneel before me!’

Ivan Willow was worried. "Dad, should we call for backup to help my aunt?"

Chairman Willow glanced at Ivan. "If you want to help her, then go ahead."

Ivan pulled out his phone. "I’ll call our bodyguards over right now."

He tried to make the call, but there was no signal.

Ivan cried out, "Dad! Dad! That treacherous second Lockwood blocked the signal!"

"Mm. To be expected."

"Then how am I supposed to protect my aunt?"

"You go."

"What?"

"You’re a man of the Willow family, and a junior. You go." With that, Chairman Willow kicked his son squarely in the rear.

The force of the blow sent Ivan stumbling onto the stage.

THUD.

Ivan Willow landed face-first on the floor.

Seeing all eyes on him, Ivan raised a hand and gave a weak laugh. "Just came up for a closer look."

Fabian Lockwood frowned at Ivan. He might have looked down on the Willow family’s spoiled brat, but he was still wary of Ivan’s influential background.

He wanted to take over the Lockwood family, not run it into the ground.

"Master Willow, my apologies for the poor hospitality. Once I’ve handled this family matter, how about I join you for a drink?"

"A drink sounds great. No, wait, that’s not it. I mean, I came up here to protect my aunt."

"Master Willow’s aunt?" Fabian was baffled. "Since when do you have an aunt?"

"What’s it to you?" Ivan dusted himself off, stood up, and strode over to Eliza Sutton. He puffed out his chest. "She’s with me. I’ve got her covered."

Eliza looked up at Ivan.

’He must be terrified,’ she thought. ’Compared to those well-trained bodyguards, his slender frame looks so fragile.’

But he still stood protectively in front of Eliza. "Don’t be afraid. My dad and I are both here. As arrogant as Fabian Lockwood is, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me."

Ivan didn’t forget Emmett either. He patted the little boy’s head. "Hey, little guy, hide behind me. Big bro’s got your back today."

The expression on Eliza’s face suddenly softened.

’This nephew-by-marriage isn’t so bad after all,’ she thought.

"Fabian Lockwood, let us leave."

Fabian frowned. "Master Willow, don’t make things difficult for me."

Ivan sneered. "I am making things difficult. What are you going to do about it?"

Fabian’s expression darkened. Just as he was about to speak, Lord Lockwood cut in. "Fine. You can take them and go."

Lord Lockwood turned to his son. "It’s just one woman and a little brat. It doesn’t matter if they leave."

’It’s not as if we can’t deal with them later.’

’I don’t know why Ivan Willow is sticking his neck out for Eliza, but he can’t possibly protect her and Emmett twenty-four hours a day. We’ll just find another opportunity to get rid of them later.’

Fabian understood his father’s reasoning. "Fine. Master Willow, I’ll defer to you this time. Take them and go."

"That’s more like it." Ivan picked up Emmett and turned to Eliza. "Let’s go, Aunt."

Eliza didn’t move.

Mrs. Lockwood grew anxious and urged her, "Eliza, listen to me. Hurry and take Emmett with you."

Eliza’s gaze fell on Shane.

He nodded at her.

"Let’s go." Eliza followed Ivan off the stage.

Emmett was very worried. "Mommy, what about Daddy, Grandma, and Great-Grandpa?"

"Don’t worry," Eliza soothed him. "They’ll be safe."

Amelia Sutton watched this unfold, grinding her teeth in hatred.

’That vixen Eliza really knows how to seduce men.’

’I brought Ivan here to teach Eliza a lesson, and somehow she managed to seduce him too!’

Back on the stage.

Fabian’s face was a mask of smug triumph, as arrogant as a peacock fanning its tail feathers. "Did you see that, Grandfather? The Lockwood family is mine now. I call the shots here. If you manage to please me, I might even let that cripple Shane keep his worthless life."

He then turned to Shane, his face twisted with long-suppressed malice. "Big brother, from now on, you’ll not only have to be a good cripple, but a good dog, too. WOOF, WOOF, WOOF."

Mrs. Lockwood couldn’t bear it any longer. "Fabian! How can you say such things? We’re your family! You’ve gone too far!"

"Too far? My son speaks a few home truths and that’s too far? What if I were to slap you a few times?" Florence Young said, raising her hand to strike Mrs. Lockwood, her eyes glittering with excitement.

’This sister-in-law who has always held me down will finally have to live at my mercy!’

Suddenly, Eliza grabbed her wrist.

Mrs. Lockwood was startled. "Eliza, why are you back? Where’s Emmett?"

"Don’t worry, Mom. Emmett is with Ivan, he’ll be fine." Eliza stared at Florence Young. "Second Aunt, we are in public. That’s enough!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Enough? I think you’re the one who needs to be told that! A jailbird bride, married off for good luck, dares to act so presumptuously before me! If I were you, I’d get on my knees right now and beg to be allowed to stay in the Lockwood family!"

Eliza looked at Florence Young’s gloating, arrogant face, shook her head, and couldn’t help but say, "Second Aunt, are your eyes just for decoration? Why don’t you take a good look and see whose side these men are really on?"