Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 191

Sunny couldn't quite figure it out—just moments ago, he'd been warm and tender, but now, all of a sudden, there was a subtle darkness in his mood.

She studied his face closely. "Are you… hurt at all?"

"Me?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Stellan's eyes.

"Yeah. After that fight, are you sure you're okay?"

"Fight?" Stellan pinched her soft cheek, a teasing glint in his gaze. "Sweetheart, your husband was the only one throwing punches. How would I get hurt?"

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At the hospital, Tristan's head was wrapped in so many layers of gauze it looked almost comical.

But just as Stellan had said, it was all just superficial. A few bumps and scrapes, nothing serious.

After getting his head scanned twice in a month with no real cause for concern, the doctor couldn't help but remind them, "Family, CT scans are radiation—you really shouldn't do them so often."

He'd already been pretty sure nothing was wrong, but he couldn't argue with family when they insisted. Money wasn't everything, after all; you can't just buy your way to perfect health by doing every test under the sun.

"Yes, yes, doctor, we were just worried, that's all," someone replied hastily.

The doctor gave a brisk nod. "Five stitches—it's important not to wash your hair for a few days, and keep the wound dry. If you don't mind the hassle, come in daily to have the dressing changed. We can get the stitches out in ten days."

With that, the doctor moved on to the next patient.

"Tristan, why don't you stay at the hospital tonight, just in case?" his mother suggested.

Magnus chimed in, "You should listen to your mom—spend the night here. Luna, help Tristan get checked in."

But Tristan bristled. "No way. I'm not staying. I want to go home."

Magnus thought he knew exactly what Tristan was up to—itching to go after Uncle Stellan for revenge.

"Luna, take your mom and go get some water," he said, sending them out. Then he turned to his son with a sober look. "Tristan, if you're planning to leave so you can go after your Uncle Stellan, let me save you the trouble: don't even think about it."

Tristan's head hung low, the veins in his hand standing out as he clenched his fist, his frustration impossible to hide.

"You're never going to beat your Uncle Stellan. Did you see how your grandfather reacted just now? In this family, he'll always side with Stellan, no matter what."

"Dad, why?" Tristan's voice cracked with anger.

Alexander grinned as he scrolled through his phone. "Hey, look what a friend from my hospital just sent me."

Caleb leaned over. "Is that the groom?"

"Sure is."

"Looks like he got roughed up, huh?" Julian piped in, curious.

"Guess who did it?" Alexander arched an eyebrow, enjoying the moment.

Caleb let out a low whistle. "Are you saying the boss—Lawson—beat him up?"

Alexander shrugged, feigning innocence. "Who's to say?"

Julian nudged him, teasing, "By the way, Alexander, when are you going to say goodbye to your celebrity girlfriend?"

Alexander swung a playful fist at him. "Watch it! Trying to curse your old man?"

Julian scoffed. "Oh, please. Acting all devoted! Your secret date with Miss Howard was all over the news last night. You're topping the entertainment charts right now!"