Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 63

Caleb's clinic hours were almost over when he saw Mr. Stellan stride in, carrying a young woman in his arms.

"Possible claustrophobia," Stellan said from his lofty height, his tone brisk. "There was an elevator accident—she's shaken up, can barely stand. Take a look at her."

Caleb arched a brow, his expression all but spelling out: *And who do you think you're ordering around?*

Stellan didn't back down. "What are you waiting for? I thought Director Mitchell ran a clinic, not just sat behind a desk."

*For heaven's sake,* Caleb cursed inwardly.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, cleared his throat, and addressed the woman. "Name and age, please."

Sunny kept her head down, her bangs hiding her face, so much so that Caleb didn't recognize her at first.

"Sunny. Twenty-six."

Caleb's head snapped up, shock flickering across his face.

Only then did he realize—the woman in the chair was none other than Stellan's soon-to-be niece-in-law.

Caleb narrowed his eyes, shooting Stellan a knowing look. "I'm going to need the room. For this condition, I have to speak with the patient alone."

Zara, who had recognized Caleb's voice inside, had already decided not to come in.

So Caleb's request was clearly aimed at Stellan.

Stellan shot a frosty glare at his friend, then turned gentle eyes on the woman in the chair. "Will you be alright on your own?"

Sunny nodded, barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Twenty minutes later, Caleb and Sunny emerged together.

Caleb's gaze lingered, a trace of amusement in his eyes. *Well, what do you know? She's here too.*

He turned to Stellan. "Nothing major. Just keep her out of small, enclosed spaces from now on."

"Alright," Stellan replied.

Caleb clicked his tongue. "Zara, you couldn't bother to say hello?"

Stellan was only three years older than Caleb, but he had seniority in the family. Caleb and Zara, though, were of the same generation.

Zara rolled her eyes, dragging out her greeting. "Hello, Caleb."

Caleb's eyelid twitched, ready with another retort, but Stellan cut him off before they could bicker.

"Sunny, are you still feeling unwell?"

Sunny shook her head. "No, I'm fine now. I'd like to go home."

"I'll drive you," Stellan offered.

Worried he might scoop her up again, Sunny forced a small smile. "My legs aren't weak anymore. I can walk on my own."

Stellan's eyes narrowed just slightly. "I know. I wasn't planning to carry you again."

It was late, the house quiet, and Magnus didn't worry about anyone overhearing.

"Tell me," Magnus said, "did your office elevator malfunction today? You, Luna, and Sunny—you were all in there together?"

"That's right." Tristan was still confused. "Dad, you know how scared Luna is of the dark. I had to calm her down for ages before she stopped crying."

Magnus scoffed. "Oh, she's that afraid, is she? Cried from dawn till dusk? Tristan, do you even care about Sunny at all? Your sister matters, but your fiancée doesn't?"

"Do you realize you're about to get married?"

"Of course I know," Tristan answered, jaw tight. "But Sunny's fine. She's not afraid of the dark."

"Oh, and how would you know? What woman isn't afraid of the dark?"

Every pointed question from his father made Tristan more irritable.

"Dad, why are you always taking her side? Isn't Luna your daughter too?"

Magnus's eyes narrowed. "I'm glad you remember she's my daughter. Blood or not, Luna will always be your sister."

Tristan clenched his fists, feeling wronged.

Her again. He'd honestly thought she'd changed today, but it was all an act.

All she ever did was complain. What else was she good for?