Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 141

Parker stepped out of the car and caught sight of the young master's face, and a shiver ran through him.

Mr. Lawson's command just now—"Hit them"—had left him completely stunned.

Even though Mr. Lawson had quickly clarified, insisting he only meant to tap the other car, just a gentle nudge, nothing that would harm anyone inside, Parker was still rattled. In his forty-some years on this earth, he'd never done anything remotely like this, and a wave of anxiety gnawed at him.

Stellan emerged from the car with his usual unhurried poise, his expression calm as he approached Tristan's vehicle. He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Tristan? Is that you?"

Behind him, Parker nearly rolled his eyes. Mr. Lawson could win an Oscar for this performance.

A moment ago, Tristan had been seething, ready to explode, but faced with Stellan's act, the anger fizzled out. Still, his tone carried a tinge of grievance. "Uncle Stellan, did your driver forget his glasses today? How does someone manage to scrape another car on such a wide street?"

Parker rushed to apologize, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Lawson, must be my old eyes playing tricks on me. Please don't be upset—are you hurt at all?"

Stellan shot Parker a look of annoyance. "What's wrong with you today? I'm docking a day's pay from your salary!"

Then he turned to Tristan, his face melting into an expression of deep concern. "Tristan, let me call for an ambulance, just to be safe. Don't worry, I'll cover all the medical expenses. You need a thorough check-up—can't take any chances with these things."

"Car accidents can be tricky. Even a small bump could have hidden consequences. If anything happened to you, your father would hold me responsible."

Tristan forced a sheepish laugh. "Uncle Stellan, I'm fine, really. It's just a dent in the car. No need for an ambulance, right?"

"Nonsense!" Stellan slipped into the role of the protective elder. "You young people always think you're invincible. You're going to the hospital, no arguments."

"Parker, call an ambulance. Now!"

Having just been told his pay was getting docked, Parker's feelings were a mess as he answered, "Of course, Mr. Lawson, I'll call right away!"

If anyone asked, Parker could honestly say his boss was a real piece of work.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

Tristan was practically swept away, looking bewildered as Stellan followed after him, worry etched all over his face.

Sitting in the back of the ambulance, Tristan couldn't help but marvel. Uncle Stellan always seemed so cold and distant, but who knew he'd be this concerned about him?

Stellan cut in, "He might not have noticed if he did. I'm his uncle—call me Stellan. Unless I know his head's fine, I won't be able to rest easy."

The ER doctor couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Honestly, he thought, both the patient and the family must have something loose upstairs.

With a sigh, he printed out the order form and handed it over. "Fine. Go pay at the window down the hall."

And so, thanks to Stellan's persistence, Tristan was forced to get his head scanned.

"Uncle Stellan, isn't this a little much?" Tristan asked, exasperated and confused.

Stellan put on his sternest face. "How could this be too much? You're your father's only son. How could I take any chances?"

"That's enough, Tristan. Don't worry about anything else. Go get in line."

Resigned, Tristan took the paperwork and headed off toward the radiology department.