Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 110

When Sean pulled up to the house, the front yard was a disaster zone.

His wife and daughter stood there, eyes red, faces twisted with anger and humiliation.

Chloe caught sight of him first. "Dad, you have to talk to Sunny! How could she treat me—treat Mom—like this?"

Sean's shock quickly gave way to irritation. He softened his voice, trying to comfort them. "She really crossed the line. Don't worry, Grace—Chloe—don't let it get to you. I'll go have a word with her right now. She owes you both an apology, and she's going to give it."

He reached for Grace Quinn's hand and started toward the front door, only to find two unfamiliar security guards blocking their way.

"Sorry, ma'am. You can't go inside," one said, polite but firm.

Sean's temper flared. "That's my wife. Why can't she come in?"

The guards didn't bother to explain. They simply looked down at the family, unmoved, making it clear they weren't budging.

Sean's expression darkened. "What about me? Are you telling me I can't go into my own house?"

One of the guards stepped aside, making a narrow path. "You may enter, sir."

Grinding his teeth, Sean tried to soothe his wife and daughter. "Just wait here. I'll talk to her. When did this house start running by her rules? This is outrageous."

Storming inside, Sean realized the situation was even more out of hand than he'd thought. It wasn't just two guards—his eldest daughter had somehow hired a full team of ten, all standing at attention like they took orders from the Secret Service. The house staff looked helpless and completely out of their depth.

"Sunny, what are you doing?" Sean demanded. "I agreed to ask them to move! But this circus you're putting on—do you want the neighbors to laugh at the Carringtons?"

He couldn't understand her impulsiveness. Didn't she care that people might call her arrogant and disrespectful behind her back?

Sunny had never been one to seek trouble, but she was done avoiding it. She'd kept quiet for her grandmother's sake, but now that Grandma was gone, she was finished playing nice.

"Dad, what's wrong with hiring a few people to help them move out?"

He found himself at a loss for words, but forced a laugh. "Alright, alright. I'll go get Ms. Quinn to apologize."

Outside, Grace Quinn and Chloe huddled together, watching as Sean returned after only a few minutes. Their eyes brightened with hope.

"Dad! You saw what she did, didn't you?" Chloe pleaded.

Sean waved her off. "Chloe, enough with the theatrics. Grace, I spoke to her. She's changed her mind. She's dropped the demand for a public apology—now she just wants you to go in and apologize to her privately. Then it's over."

"What?" Chloe exploded. "Dad, she just threw Mom and me out, and now you want Mom to go in and apologize to her?"

"Chloe Carrington!" Sean said, every syllable sharp and deliberate. "Is that how you speak about your sister? You really do need to learn some manners."

He turned to Grace, exasperated. "Look at her, Grace. Does she act like a Carrington, or some street brat off the corner?"