Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 47

Sunny barely slept a wink that night. By six the next morning, she was already up.

She messaged her boss to request the day off, then headed to the kitchen, filled a bucket with water, and lugged it upstairs.

Abbey spotted her on the landing and froze in shock. "Miss Sunny, what on earth are you doing?"

"Is Grandma awake?"

Abbey stammered, "She's up—taking her medicine."

Sunny nodded. "I'm going to check on her."

Wendy had only just gotten up when her granddaughter appeared at the door.

"Sunny, did you come home last night?"

Sunny's eyes were red-rimmed. "Grandma, did he force you to do this?"

A pang of guilt crossed Wendy's face. She pulled Sunny down to sit beside her. "No, sweetheart. No one forced me. I chose to come back. Your father isn't heartless—just a bit too practical for his own good. I've been feeling alright these past few years, and honestly, living here isn't so bad."

She patted Sunny's hand gently. "Besides, the expenses for that care home are so high. I don't want you wearing yourself out to keep up with the bills. Didn't you say you don't want to get married? Well, Grandma supports you. I won't hold you back."

There was no way she could criticize her son in front of her granddaughter. Wendy knew she had to leave some space for the two of them to reconcile. She was old—where she lived didn't matter all that much anymore. Even if she moved back to the estate, her son would never mistreat her.

Sunny's nose stung with emotion.

"Grandma, this isn't over. Whatever happens in a bit, promise me you won't come upstairs, okay?"

She straightened her shoulders. "I'm not a little girl he can boss around anymore."

Wendy wanted to stop her, but she knew it was useless. She sighed quietly. As long as Sunny didn't let anyone push her around, she'd support her—no matter what.

If her granddaughter wanted to make a scene, well, Wendy would have her back.

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Sunny wiped away her tears and walked, step by determined step, toward her father and stepmother's bedroom.

Bang, bang, bang!

Sean had only gotten home from a business dinner a few hours ago and felt like he'd just closed his eyes when the pounding woke him up.

Sean sprang out of bed, furious, striding toward her as if to strike.

But before he could get close, Sunny snatched up a nearby vase and raised it threateningly. "You lay a hand on me, and your favorite vase is history!"

Sean's temple pulsed as he stared at the priceless antique in her grasp. "Sunny, what do you want? Smash that vase and you can get out of the Carrington house for good!"

Sunny let out a contemptuous laugh. "Is that so? Fine—why don't you put it in writing, then? Disown me, and let's see who really has the backbone here."

With that, she brought the porcelain crashing down at his feet. Shards scattered across the hardwood, and Sean's heart nearly stopped.

"You—you—unbelievable! Have you lost your mind?"

Sunny shrugged, casual as can be. "Isn't this inkstone another one of your treasures?"

Sean clutched his chest in agony. "Don't—"

Before he could finish, Sunny hurled the heavy inkstone down by Grace's feet.

"Let me make this clear. Today, I'm taking Grandma out of this house. If either of you tries to stop me, I'll smash every antique you own—one by one—until there's nothing left."