Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 46

Sunny herself wasn't sure why she'd run out—maybe it was just that suffocating air in the private room. Her chest still felt tight as she splashed cold water on her face, trying to catch her breath.

But, of course, trouble found her anyway. The moment Chloe walked into the restroom, her eyes landed right on Sunny.

"Well, well. So it really was you just now?" Chloe let out a sharp snort, her voice thick with annoyance.

For once, Sunny wasn't rattled. Instead, her composure returned, and she shot back with icy sarcasm, "What, looking for another bath?"

The words made Chloe's neck prickle, and she instinctively took a step back—like a skittish animal remembering an old wound.

Sunny didn't bother to hide the mocking twist of her lips. Good, let Chloe be scared. She wanted Chloe to know she wasn't someone to mess with—best to keep her distance in the future.

Chloe's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She lifted her chin stubbornly, voice low and bitter. "Don't get cocky, Sunny. Don't think your status as Mrs. Lawson is set in stone! You're not guaranteed to marry in."

Chloe paused for effect, eyes glinting. "Oh, and did you know where Dad went yesterday?"

Sunny's eyes narrowed, her patience thin. "If you have something to say, spit it out. I'm not in the mood for your games."

A sly smile flickered across Chloe's face. "Dad went to the care home yesterday. He brought Grandma back to live with us!"

She leaned in, half-threatening, half-smug. "You'd better watch yourself now. With Grandma at home, you'd best show some respect to me and my mom."

"What?" Sunny's eyes widened in shock.

Sean actually brought Grandma home?

Anger flushed her pale cheeks, a slow burn building in her chest. "Did Grandma come back because she wanted to?"

"Of course!" Chloe replied breezily. "Old folks always want to be home. Did you really think you're the only one who cares about her? From now on, my mom and I will take good care of Grandma."

Sunny shot her a murderous glare and stormed out, not dignifying Chloe's taunts with a response.

She'd changed the emergency contact for the care home to herself, but her beloved father still found a way to undermine her.

When Sunny returned to the dining room, Stellan noticed the storm still brewing in her eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in his expression. "What happened?"

Who could have riled up his little bunny like this?

Sunny forced a brittle smile. "Uncle Stellan, sorry, I can't stay for dinner tonight. Something's come up at home—I need to leave."

By the time Sunny got home, it was already ten o'clock. Abbey, the housekeeper, was still up.

"My grandmother's back?" Sunny asked, her voice tight.

Abbey nodded calmly. "Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Lawson came home this evening. She's already gone to bed."

A fresh wave of anger surged in Sunny's chest. Grandma was over seventy, and yet they'd made her return from the care home in the middle of the night. Sean would stoop to anything just to keep Sunny in line—even if it meant risking his mother's health.

She pressed a hand to her aching chest. "Where's Dad? Is he asleep?"

Abbey nodded again, her voice gentle. "Mr. Lawson just got in, but I don't think he's gone to bed yet."

She watched Sunny's eyes glint with barely restrained fury, worried what the night might bring.

"Miss Sunny, maybe you should wait until morning to discuss anything important."

Sunny's expression shifted through a storm of emotions before she managed a curt, "Alright."

Tomorrow morning, she'd settle every score—old and new.