Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 33

Tristan's heart clenched at those words.

Had Sunny been burned too?

He tried to recall the moment in his office earlier that day—her neck did look a little red, but he hadn't thought much of it at the time, just a passing glance.

If she really was hurt, why hadn't she said anything?

"Stellan, look, Luna didn't even throw anything in this video," Annabelle interjected with a nervous laugh, instinctively leaping to her daughter's defense. "The one who spilled the coffee wasn't Luna—it was Sunny's own younger sister."

She'd noticed how the old man's face darkened right after Stellan's accusation and worried that Luna would get blamed. Even though Luna was adopted, she'd been raised with every indulgence—at least until the old man caught her in that incident all those years ago, forcing them to send Luna abroad.

Tristan's brow was deeply furrowed. "Uncle Stellan, Chloe's always had it out for Sunny. Luna just got caught up in their mess. Isn't it a bit much to blame her like this?"

He hated the way Uncle Stellan had questioned him just now; the tone alone was enough to get under his skin.

So that's why Sunny hadn't told him—she was saving it for Stellan, tattling to win his support.

Of course. That's just like Attorney Carrington—always scheming, always a step ahead.

Tristan couldn't stand that stubborn pride of hers; it made him inexplicably annoyed.

Stellan's expression hardened as he glanced at his nephew, his gaze so pointed that Tristan felt a pang of unease.

"Tristan, shouldn't your first concern after seeing this video be your fiancée?"

Tristan faltered, "I…"

Magnus cut him off brusquely. "That's enough, Tristan. You're in the wrong here! Sunny is your fiancée—soon to be your wife in just two weeks. How can you be the last to know she was hurt?"

"If your Uncle Stellan hadn't told you today, who knows how long you would've stayed in the dark!"

"Tomorrow, you're inviting Sunny to dinner here. You and Luna will both apologize to her."

Stellan took a slow sip of tea, his tone cool. "Don't bother. An insincere thank-you is no thank-you at all. Hmph. Five years away, and I see some things really have changed."

With that, Stellan stood, stretched his long legs, and headed upstairs.

Abbot let out another dismissive grunt and followed.

Magnus waited until they'd disappeared, then shot his son a withering look. "Tristan, you'd better think long and hard about this. Since when did you get so bold you don't even fear your Uncle Stellan?"

With that, he too left the dining room.

Annabelle, worried her son might let things slide, picked up the phone to call Sunny herself.

Tristan turned to his sister, eyes heavy. "Luna, I'm sorry you got dragged into this."

Luna shook her head softly. "Big brother, I'm sorry you got chewed out because of me again."