Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 48

Sunny pressed her lips together in a sly smile. "You want to call me ungrateful, don't you? Sorry, but you were the ones to throw respect out the window first. I'm just following your example!"

Sean stood staring at the shattered mess on the floor, his heart aching. He didn't even care that his clothes were drenched and still dripping water everywhere.

"She's lost her mind. She's completely lost her mind." Grace muttered in disbelief, wringing her hands.

"Sean, your daughter is out of control! Did you see the look in her eyes just now? She looked ready to tear us apart!"

"That's it. Sunny can't stay here another day. You—you need to send your mother away, too. Neither of them can come back!"

"What if the next time she snaps, she's holding a knife in her hand?"

Grace Quinn shuddered, still rattled by the cold, resolute look Sunny had just given her.

Sean's face went from red to pale, and outside, a few anxious housekeepers hovered near the doorway, staring at the disaster in the living room.

He clenched his fists, voice tight with anger. "What are you all standing there for? Get in here and clean up this mess!"

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Sunny strolled downstairs, perfectly calm, wheeling her grandmother out for breakfast.

The old woman had heard the commotion upstairs but hadn't bothered to check. She simply asked one of the maids, "Did Sunny win the argument?"

Abbey shot the old lady a helpless look. "I suppose you could say she did."

Wendy seemed satisfied and didn't pry further, sipping her coffee and starting in on her breakfast.

When Sean and Grace came down, they looked at Wendy with newfound wariness in their eyes.

"Mom, your granddaughter is terrified of you. Are you really not going to step in?" Sean's face was flushed with fury.

If his daughter weren't about to marry into the Lawson family in a few days, he'd have slapped her by now.

Wendy calmly sipped her hot soup. "I can't even control my own son. Why would I bother trying with my granddaughter?"

"But Sunny, you'd better not bring up canceling the wedding again at the end of this month!"

Sunny leisurely took a sip of her soup. "There's no way I'm going to that wedding. If you want to solve this with money, fine. But remember, fifteen percent of the company shares belonged to my mother. Give those shares to me, and you'll never have to worry about me or Grandma again. How about that?"

Sean nearly choked, his face turning crimson. "So that's what this was all about? I really underestimated you. You want a piece of the company!"

"Sunny, over my dead body. You'll never get those shares."

Wendy's heart ached at her son's words. The child she'd raised with her own hands was actually using her as leverage against her granddaughter.

"Sunny, it's all right. Grandma still has five percent left. I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."

Grace Quinn's eyes widened in shock.

"No way!"

Why should she and her daughter get nothing, and the stepdaughter walk away with five percent?