Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 189

Abbot: ……

Magnus and his wife: ……

Zara's lips twitched. Was this for real?

Uncle Stellan, you can't be serious!

Uncle Stellan was practically the most eligible bachelor in high society—if it weren't for that icy, forbidding face of his, there'd be a line of women at the door proposing to him.

And yet, here he was, acting like he couldn't find a wife if he tried.

Abbot paused for a moment, considering. "Fine, I suppose you're right. We do have an engagement agreement with the Carrington family. If you're willing to take his place, so be it."

As long as his son wasn't bringing home another man, Abbot was willing to accept just about anything at this point.

"You two went ahead and made decisions before telling the family. Did you at least settle the dowry? I'm guessing Sean doesn't know anything about this either?"

Stellan dipped his head slightly. "Mm. I'll leave all the arrangements to you, Dad, when the time comes."

And just like that, the ball was right back in Abbot's court.

Only Tristan, slouched on the sofa, stayed silent.

Luna, too, hadn't said a word.

She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Sunny was about to become her aunt.

Suddenly, Tristan shot to his feet. Magnus's eyelid twitched. "Tristan, you and Luna have had a long day at the wedding. Why don't you head back to your suite and get some rest?"

He was afraid his son would make things worse. The last thing his father wanted was the family tearing itself apart from the inside.

And besides, Stellan wasn't just any uncle—he was the heir to the entire family.

"Uncle Stellan, I want to speak with you. Alone."

Magnus, worried his son might lose control and do something rash, quickly intervened. "That's enough, Tristan. What could you possibly want to discuss with your uncle? He's busy—don't waste his time."

"Oh, busy? Busy stealing his nephew's fiancée?"

Stellan's eyes were cold as ice. He let out a short, mirthless laugh. "Stealing your fiancée?"

A cold scoff escaped Stellan's lips. Without warning, he grabbed a vase from the dresser and smashed it over Tristan's head.

"Oh my God! Stellan, are you insane? Are you trying to kill him?"

There was a loud crash. Blood trickled down through Tristan's dark hair as he staggered, dazed, wiping at the red running down his face.

He looked up, shock written all over him. "You hit me?"

Stellan gave him a look of utter disdain, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Consider it a lesson for your filthy mouth. Understood?"

Annabelle shrieked, and Magnus rushed to shield his son. "Stellan! He's your nephew! Was that really necessary?"

Stellan glanced down at the crumpled figure on the floor like he was already dead. "Funny, I didn't hear anyone worried about family when he was busy insulting his future aunt."

"A nephew like that? He's not worth keeping."

"Big brother, my advice? Before you get too old, maybe you and your wife should try for another kid."

"Because this one? You've already wasted him."