Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 83

Alexander had no idea why Stellan was suddenly so annoyed.

He nudged Caleb—after all, if anyone knew what was up with Mr. Stellan, it would be him. Those two were practically inseparable.

"Hey, Mitchell, you jerk. What's got him all worked up?"

Caleb just shot him a sly grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you want to know? Beg me. Call me ‘Daddy' and maybe I'll tell you."

Alexander scoffed. "Like hell I would. Even if I called you that, you wouldn't dare answer. Forget it."

Still, a wild, half-formed suspicion gnawed at him. But no, that couldn't be it. Mr. Stellan—surely not. He couldn't be that depraved, could he?

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The moment Stellan stepped out of Golden Age, he was already dialing his assistant.

"What's going on with the news online? Who twisted the story around like this?"

His assistant, Quentin Chase, hesitated, carefully weighing his words. "Mr. Lawson, are you referring to the articles about you and Miss Bennett?"

Stellan's scowl deepened. "I'm talking about why the reports are full of lies. The engagement was called off by Sunny—not the other way around!"

Quentin felt a chill run down his spine. No wonder he was Stellan's right hand—he could read between the lines faster than anyone. "Understood, Mr. Lawson. I'll make sure the media gets the facts straight."

With a brief nod, Stellan ended the call.

Ten minutes later, all those misleading headlines were wiped clean, replaced with fresh updates.

"Carrington Heiress Dumps Fiancé; Mr. Lawson and His Foster Sister's Forbidden Romance Exposed!"

Stellan scrolled through the new headlines, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

He shot off a quick message to Quentin: [Nicely done. You'll be getting double your year-end bonus for this.]

She was determined not to ask Sean for another cent.

From now on, she would work twice as hard. As long as she and her grandma had each other, they could get through anything.

But at three in the morning, a frantic call from the hospital pulled her back into the nightmare.

Sunny couldn't remember how she managed to drive there. She was shaking so badly—from her hands all the way down to her knees.

She watched, numb, as her grandmother was rushed into emergency surgery. It felt as if a black hole had opened in her chest, threatening to swallow her whole.

A nurse burst out of the operating room, waving a clipboard. "Miss Carrington, this is the critical condition notice for your grandmother. Please sign here."

Her hands trembled as she scrawled her name. "Nurse, how is she? Is my grandma going to be okay?"

The nurse saw the desperation in Sunny's eyes and tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, Miss Carrington. The doctors will do everything they can."