After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 165: The Little Brat is a Top-Tier Green Tea

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: The Little Brat is a Top-Tier Green Tea

Eliza Sutton shot him a look. "Call me Aunt."

"Fine, fine, fine, Aunt." Ivan Willow looked at Eliza with pleading eyes. "That outfit you’re wearing is so cool. Can you get me one too? We can go save the world together."

Eliza said, "You just said it was moronic."

SLAP—

Ivan Willow lightly slapped his own face and said fiercely, "You wretched thing, how dare you use my mouth to spout nonsense! Watch me beat you to death!"

Then, with a fawning expression, Ivan asked, "Aunt, is that better? Can I have a cool heroic costume like that now?"

Eliza couldn’t help but give Ivan a thumbs-up, genuinely impressed. "You’re a flexible one, kid. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you."

It was rare to see a scion like Ivan Willow, who had been pampered since birth and valued his pride above all else, apologize so readily.

"But of course. My mom had my fortune told when I was little. I’m destined for a life of wealth and prestige." Ivan pleaded, "So, Aunt, can we go save the world together now?"

Unable to stand his pestering any longer, Eliza remembered there was another Ultraman costume in the car and gave it to Ivan.

Ivan Willow was overjoyed and immediately went to the car to change.

He didn’t put on any makeup, though, so it was still his own face, which looked a bit jarring.

Of course, Ivan Willow himself was loving it.

’He, Master Willow, was the most handsome and dashing man alive.’

Emmett Lockwood silently walked over to Eliza Sutton’s other side, putting some distance between them.

’This is too silly. What if it’s contagious?’

’Wouldn’t that get in the way of him protecting his mom?’

Seeing Emmett’s movement, Ivan Willow walked over and swept the little guy into his arms. "Emmett, are you captivated by my style? No need to be shy or embarrassed. A guy as handsome as me... if I’d been born just a few years earlier, I’d be a legend."

Ivan then started to sing-song, "Don’t be obsessed with me, I’m just a legend~~"

Emmett Lockwood clutched his chest and retched a few times.

Ivan asked anxiously, "Emmett, what’s wrong with you?"

With a deadpan expression on his little face, Emmett said, "I feel sick. My cousin’s narcissism is nauseating."

Ivan Willow was furious. "Nonsense! I’m not nauseating! I’m clearly handsome!"

"Mhm. A ’sham’, more like."

Eliza Sutton burst out laughing.

Emmett immediately asked, "Mom, was I right?"

Recalling Ivan’s flamboyant behavior from a moment ago, Eliza nodded. "You were."

Ivan Willow clutched his chest, feeling so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

He threw his head back and howled at the sky, "Is there any tenderness left in this world? Why must you hurt an innocent soul like me? Aaaah!"

Eliza smacked him. "Shut up. You’re noisy."

"Oh," Ivan said, looking aggrieved.

Emmett Lockwood tugged on Eliza Sutton’s sleeve. "Mom, I still want to go for a drive."

"Okay."

"I want to go too." Ivan immediately picked up Emmett, plopped him in the back seat, and slyly slipped into the front passenger seat.

Emmett Lockwood didn’t get angry. He just tilted his little face up at Eliza. "Mom, can you let my cousin drive so you can sit with me?"

"Of course." Eliza tossed the car keys to Ivan. "You’re driving."

Ivan Willow: "..."

Ivan Willow could only resign himself to his fate and move to the driver’s seat.

He was just about to floor the accelerator when Eliza’s voice rang out, "Slow down."

Ivan had no choice but to ease off the gas.

Ivan snorted in discontent. "What’s the difference between this speed and a crawling turtle? If you’re so scared, you should go ride in a stroller."

’When had he, Master Willow, ever driven this slowly?’

Emmett Lockwood blinked his big eyes, looking a little anxious. "Mom, is it no fun going for a drive with me?"

"Of course not," Eliza immediately denied. "Going for a drive with my Emmett is the most fun thing ever. I love my Emmett the most."

"Mhm, and I love you the most, Mom. More than I love Dad."

Listening to the exchange from the back seat, Ivan Willow felt a surge of annoyance.

’He could see it clearly now. This little Lockwood brat was a master manipulator in the making, already knowing how to suck up to Isla at such a tender age.’

Ivan Willow couldn’t resist admiring his own face in the rearview mirror.

He looked from the left, then from the right.

’A full 360 degrees of perfection. No matter the angle, he was one handsome devil.’

’So, that raised the question...’

’Why wouldn’t Isla give him a chance, and instead insisted on being his aunt?’

’Fine.’

’Ivan had to admit it. Aside from his handsome face, great physique, 185-centimeter height, eight-pack abs, V-lines, and legs for days... okay, so his grades were a little poor, and his work ethic was a bit lacking.’

’But the Willow Family was rich and powerful, and he was the sole heir.’

’Wouldn’t it be awesome for a woman to marry him, get him wrapped around her finger, control the entire Willow Family, and become his queen—the queen of the Willows?’

’He’d asked around. This was the dream path for all the young women these days.’

Utterly perplexed, Ivan Willow asked this out loud.

Hearing Ivan’s question, Eliza Sutton was at a complete loss for words.

She suddenly recalled a previous encounter with Master Willow, who had kept repeating, "My grandson has such a handsome face."

’They certainly had an accurate assessment of his selling points,’ she thought.

Eliza said, "Perhaps I look for more than just a pretty face. I also look at what’s on the inside. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million. My dear nephew, you should study hard."

Hearing Eliza’s words, Ivan let out a sad "WAAAH" and burst into tears.

"Aunt, you’re so mean! You just had to bring up my sore spot! If I were smart, would I be stuck being just a pretty face?"

Eliza Sutton: "..."

’Watching Ivan Willow cry so pitifully, she inexplicably felt as if she’d just bullied a small child. What was wrong with her?’

When Eliza didn’t respond, Ivan cried even louder. "I’m crying! Can’t you hear me? And you make me call you Aunt! Don’t you know you’re supposed to comfort me when I cry?"

Eliza Sutton was once again at a loss for words.

’How old was Ivan Willow, anyway?’

’Twenty-two.’

’He’d graduated from college this year and was only a year younger than she was.’

But watching him cry so pathetically, even the car began to swerve.

Eliza’s head was starting to ache. "Alright, alright, stop crying. I’ll take you out for a nice meal, how about that?"

Ivan Willow snorted, his chin jutting toward the sky. "Do you think I’m a little brat like Emmett Lockwood? Am I that easy to placate?"

Emmett said, "I’m not like my cousin. I would never get mad at Mom, so I don’t need her to placate me."

’Don’t think for a second I can’t tell this little brat is trying to make me look bad!’

Taking advantage of a red light, Ivan shot a glare at Emmett. "When adults are talking, children should be quiet!"

Emmett Lockwood didn’t say a word, simply shrinking into Eliza Sutton’s arms.

Eliza hugged Emmett and glared at Ivan. "So, are you coming or not!"

"You’re so mean," Ivan said, his handsome face falling as he looked aggrieved. He sniffled. "I’ll go. You already offered to treat me to a meal as an apology. How could I refuse?"