Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 71

"Miss, your fracture needs to be set in a cast. Come back in forty-five days to have it removed, and make sure you keep it dry during that time."

Sunny nodded absentmindedly. "Doctor, can I be discharged now?"

"Yes, nothing else is too serious, but you'll need plenty of rest these next few weeks. It'll probably ache for a bit—when you sleep, prop a pillow under your shoulder, keep it elevated. It'll help with the swelling."

Her arm in a sling, Sunny clutched her test results and walked past Luna's hospital room. She could hear sobbing from inside.

"Tristan, I was so scared… I thought I was going to die. My parents—remember, they died in that car accident."

Tristan's voice was gentle, full of concern as he tried to comfort her. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here. Nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm around. I'll always be here, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."

"If one of us has to go, it'll be me before you, little sis."

Sunny felt sick to her stomach. She hurried past the room and made her way toward the elevator.

The way they called each other "brother" and "sister" over and over—it just made her skin crawl.

Thank God, she wouldn't have to marry him.

Thank God, she wouldn't have to spend her whole life being disgusted by all this.

When she finally stepped outside, it was already eleven. At this hour, Abbot was probably asleep.

Sunny slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling her phone vibrate.

A message from Stellan, sent an hour ago.

[ST: Have you arrived at the manor yet?]

She figured he must be on the plane by now.

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Tristan finally managed to calm Luna down, and almost instinctively made his way to the emergency desk to ask about Sunny.

"Ah, you mean the girl in the pink dress? She's already left."

He frowned. "Her injuries… is she alright?"

"Are you family? She broke a bone—did you not know? It's not too serious; we put her arm in a cast and she left."

A fracture?

Tristan's heart sank. The injury was much more serious than he'd imagined.

He pulled out his phone, wanting to call her—then remembered she'd blocked his number.

A wave of frustration hit him.

She'd barely climbed into a taxi when her phone rang—a call from the nursing home.

"Miss Carrington, you need to come quickly—Wendy just passed out!"

"What?" Sunny felt the blood drain from her face. "Which hospital? I'm on my way!"

She rushed to the ER, her entire body cold as ice, and watched as her grandmother was wheeled away into the intensive care unit.

"Director, what happened? How did this happen?"

Her grandmother had always been healthy, had regular checkups—how could she suddenly collapse?

"Miss Carrington, please try to stay calm. We don't know either—she seemed perfectly well this morning. But just now, a woman came to visit her, and not long after, she fainted."

Sunny shot to her feet, her voice sharp. "Which woman?"

The director flinched at her intensity. "I… I'm not sure, I didn't see her myself. The staff said her last name was Bennett, I think."

A flash of cold fury lit up Sunny's eyes.

Bennett?

Was it Luna?