Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 78

Magnus forced a polite smile as he stepped forward to face Sean. "Sean, today, the Lawsons owe you an explanation. Don't worry, I won't go back on my word."

He absolutely hated having to do this, but there was no other choice. After today, rumors would start swirling online that the Carrington heiress had been cast aside by the Lawsons, and the truth was, it really was the Carrington family's daughter who'd been wronged most.

His gaze grew complicated as he looked at the girl standing so straight and proud. "Sunny, I'm sorry you had to go through this today."

Sunny met Tristan's father's eyes, her own expression cool and measured. "Mr. Lawson, there's nothing for me to feel sorry about. I just hope you won't blame me. I saw how hard Tristan was pining for someone else, so I simply gave him a little push."

She locked eyes with Luna, her gaze dark and unreadable. "Congratulations. You got what you wanted. You must be exhausted, what with yesterday's accident and still finding time to visit my grandmother. Once she wakes up, I'll let you know right away."

Luna's heart skipped a beat.

How did she know I went to the hospital?

Tristan didn't follow the details, but he could read the warning in Sunny's eyes. "Why are you being so harsh with her?"

Luna shrank back behind him, her voice trembling. "Tristan, I think Sunny's misunderstood me. I never visited her grandmother. Yesterday, you drove me straight home. I haven't left the house since."

"Sunny, stop throwing accusations at Luna! Maybe you should take a look at yourself for once!"

Normally, if Tristan ever dared raise his voice at Sunny, both his parents would step in and scold him. But after today, Sunny had made it clear she was pushing them all away.

From now on, she was just an outsider.

Sunny smirked inwardly, about to retort, when the old man who'd been silent all this time suddenly barked, "Tristan, you ungrateful boy, keep your mouth shut!"

"Dad!" Annabelle protested, her voice tight.

"Grandpa!" Tristan objected at the same time.

"Don't call me that! I don't want to hear it. Instead of blaming others, maybe take a good look at the mess you've made!"

He jabbed a finger at the big screen where the damning video had played. "Enough. You and Luna—both of you—go apologize to Sunny. Right now!"

His wife had made him promise, on her deathbed, that he'd take this marriage seriously. He'd never wanted things to end up like this.

"Grandpa! Why should we apologize?"

Abbot's glare was sharp enough to cut glass. "What, my word means nothing now?"

The color drained from everyone's faces.

Abbot's eyes flashed cold and sharp.

That troublemaker again.

"Go on, dear. I'll come see her at the hospital tomorrow."

He pointed to his younger son. "Stellan, go with Sunny. Make sure she gets to the hospital safely."

Stellan's dark eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Of course. Sunny, shall we?"

For a heartbeat, Sunny's heart seemed to stop.

"Okay."

Zara batted her eyelashes. "Grandpa, why can't I take her?"