After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 97: Emmett Lockwood: You’re Not Good Enough for My Mom

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Emmett Lockwood: You’re Not Good Enough for My Mom

Twenty minutes later, the Bugatti Veyron slowly came to a stop.

She had just gotten out of the car when Emmett got out of another one.

"Mommy!" Emmett frantically threw himself into her arms. "Are you okay? Did Daddy hit you? Did he abuse you?"

Emmett looked warily at Shane, as if his father were an abuser.

Emmett wasn’t quiet, and his shouts drew the attention of everyone nearby.

The onlookers stared at Shane, their gazes heavy with insinuation.

A vein throbbed on Shane’s temple.

’Confirmed.’

’He’s here to collect a debt.’

But with so many people around, it wasn’t the right time to deal with the little brat. He just rolled up the window. "Go."

Emmett lit up when he saw Shane leave. ’The daddy who fights me for Mommy is finally gone!’

"Oh, you." Eliza gently patted Emmett’s head. "You little rascal."

Emmett hummed softly, tilting his adorable little face up to ask, "Mommy, where are we going?"

"We’re going to get noodles from a really delicious place, okay?"

"Okay," Emmett agreed obediently, slipping his small hand into Eliza’s.

The noodle shop Eliza chose wasn’t large or in a prime location, but the decor inside was cozy and the place was kept spotlessly clean.

It was still early, so the shop wasn’t very crowded.

The owner, a woman, smiled when she saw Eliza. "Eliza, you’re here for noodles? This must be your son."

"Yes."

Emmett broke into a wide smile and said sweetly, "Hello, Grandma."

The owner was delighted. "What a good boy! Eliza, once he’s grown up, you’ll be able to just sit back and relax."

"That’s right. I’ll be counting on my Emmett to take care of me then."

After a few more pleasantries with Eliza, the owner asked, "The usual?"

"Yes, beef noodles. One large and one small."

"Coming right up." The owner quickly returned with a plate of crispy fried pork. "My husband heard you brought your son, so he told me to bring this over. They just came out of the fryer, so give them a try."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Don’t mention it."

The owner bustled away.

Eliza separated a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to Emmett. "Go on, try some. They’re delicious." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Emmett picked up a piece of the crispy pork and put it in his mouth. He chewed tentatively at first, but his movements quickly sped up. "This is so good! Mommy, do you come here often?"

"Mhm. Ever since I was a student, I’ve come here every week for beef noodles and crispy pork." What Eliza didn’t say was that back then, when she was still a little girl, this was the thing she looked forward to most.

It was tragic, really. She was clearly the young lady of the Sutton family, yet after her mother passed away, the only warmth she ever received came from strangers.

The beef noodles arrived quickly—one large bowl and one small.

Emmett looked unhappily at the small bowl in front of him. He said seriously, "Mommy, I’ll be able to eat a big bowl soon. Then I’ll grow up tall, and I’ll be able to protect you."

"Okay." Eliza’s eyes crinkled with a smile as she looked at Emmett. "I’ll be waiting for Emmett to protect me. Now, eat up."

Emmett picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite of noodles. His eyes instantly lit up. "Mommy, this is so good!"

"If you like it, then eat up."

Emmett nodded and ate until only the broth was left in his bowl.

Eliza was startled and began massaging Emmett’s back to help him digest. "Emmett, you can’t eat so much from now on. You’ll get indigestion, understand?"

Emmett said, "But I want to eat more so I can grow faster. Mommy, I want to be able to protect you sooner."

"I know. Emmett, you have no idea how happy it makes my heart to hear you say that. But it’s exactly because you need to grow up to protect me that you can’t do things that hurt your own body. It’s like trying to make a plant grow faster by pulling on its sprouts."

Emmett nodded. "I understand, Mommy. I won’t do it again."

"Such a good boy, Emmett." Eliza truly adored this child.

Emmett was overjoyed.

Even though Eliza was never stingy with her praise, he was still delighted every time he heard it.

But just as quickly, the smile on Emmett’s face vanished. "No, I’m not good. Mommy, I’m not a good boy. You shouldn’t like me anymore."

As he spoke, his eyes grew red, and tears threatened to fall.

"Emmett, why would you say that?"

Emmett took a deep breath. "Because I know you want to divorce Daddy. I know you’re not happy in the Lockwood family. But I love you, and I couldn’t bear for you to leave, so I selfishly tried to make you stay. That’s why I took your divorce papers and gave them to Grandma. Mommy, I’m sorry. You can hit me."

Emmett closed his eyes, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing Emmett’s pitiful state, any anger Eliza might have felt would have instantly vanished—not that she had ever blamed him in the first place.

"Silly boy, how could I ever bear to hit you? Besides, you didn’t do anything wrong."

’Truly.’

Eliza didn’t think Emmett was at fault.

He was only a five-year-old child. He loved her and wanted to keep her as his mother forever; no one should blame him for that.

"Mommy, you should divorce Daddy. I’ll help you with Grandma." Emmett squeezed Eliza’s hand, his dark, bright eyes fixed on her. "Mommy, I want you to be happy."

Eliza couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled Emmett’s small body into a tight hug. "Thank you."

She was so incredibly grateful to Emmett.

Grateful that he loved her with such a pure and sincere heart.

When Shane got home from work, he found the master bedroom bustling with activity. Emmett was busy packing a suitcase.

Eliza stood to the side, trying to reason with him. "Emmett, you don’t need to pack all that."

"We do," Emmett insisted. He added thoughtfully, "Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll have Daddy deduct the cost from my allowance. Can you just pretend it’s a gift from me?"

Emmett gave Eliza a pitiful look. "Mommy, you wouldn’t refuse a gift from me, would you?"

His expression was just pitiful.

Eliza couldn’t bring herself to refuse any longer. "Then thank you, Emmett."

Emmett brightened up again and went back to hauling things, huffing and puffing with the effort.

He looked as if he wanted to pack up the entire room.

Shane’s brow furrowed. "What are you two doing?"

Eliza turned, surprised to see Shane back home. Erik Irvine had told her he wouldn’t be returning tonight.

Before Eliza could speak, Emmett announced, "I’m helping Mommy pack. I’ve thought it over, and I’m going to let Mommy divorce you."

Emmett snapped the full suitcase shut, planted his hands on his little hips, and declared, "I’ve thought about it. My mommy is so wonderful. A boring daddy like you doesn’t deserve her. I can’t stand to see my mommy suffer like this, so I’ve decided to divorce you on her behalf."