Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 521

The moment she heard the news, Grandma’s eyes went round as saucers. Her surprise only lasted a second before it exploded into pure, wild joy—a hundred times stronger than before.

“Oh my Lord!” she gasped, smacking her knee in excitement. “Don’t you dare do another thing! Sit down, right now—take a break!”

Before Emmy could even protest, Grandma whisked everything out of her hands and pointed straight at James, who was busy making dumplings at the counter. Her voice rang out, full of energy. “Let him handle it! All of it! You and I need to talk.”

Emmy glanced at James. He was already sealing up a dumpling, the pleats neat and even—quicker and better than she could ever manage.

She’d never been great at this anyway, so she just went along with Grandma’s wishes, grinning. “Alright, I’ll go wash my hands then.”

No sooner had Emmy left than Grandma landed a firm slap on James’ back.

“You stubborn boy! Something this big and you keep it a secret from me? I haven’t even prepared a gift for my great-grandchild yet!”

James kept his eyes on the dumplings, not missing a beat. “Might not be a grandson, you know. Could be a granddaughter.”

“Still my great-grandchild!” Grandma huffed, shooting him a glare. “Listen up. Boy or girl, those shares are going to my great-grandchild. None of you boys better get any ideas.”

She knew exactly how things worked in this family.

Her shares weren’t just something her grandsons dreamed about. Even those old sharks from the Nelson family had their eyes on them, waiting for a chance.

But she’d die before she let any of them take control. Those shares were for her great-grandchild—and just as much, they were a safety net for her granddaughter-in-law.

With those shares, Emmy and her child would never be powerless in that house full of wolves.

It wasn’t long before Emmy came back. The nurse had already brought over a comfy chair and set it right across from Grandma.

Emmy sat down, leaving James alone with a massive bowl of filling and a stack of wrappers, working silently and efficiently.

Grandma brushed the flour off her hands and reached over, squeezing Emmy’s hand tight.

“This is wonderful,” she said, eyes full of love and joy—her voice warm, threaded with hard-won wisdom. “You know, life’s a lot like being a kite. When you’re young, it always feels like someone else is holding the string. The wind blows and you just end up wherever it takes you.”

“But everything changes when you have a child.”

Emmy smiled. “We did, but I asked the doctor not to tell us.”

“Surprises are all the rage these days—I thought it’d be more fun that way.”

“You really are something else!” Grandma laughed. “Back in my day, we didn’t have any of these fancy tests. I was so desperate to know, I dragged half the old doctors in the city to feel my pulse and guess the baby’s gender!”

She leaned in, voice dropping, eyes twinkling with mischief. “So… what about him? Isn’t your husband dying to know?”

Emmy glanced over at James, still working quietly at the counter.

Almost like he sensed her looking, James lifted his eyes and met hers, his gaze dark and unreadable.

His hands, though, never stopped—he kept folding perfect dumplings, one after another.

Emmy turned back to Grandma with a gentle smile. “Of course I’m curious, but my husband wants it to be a surprise. I want to respect that.”