Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 90

Sunny took a week off from work.

For the seven days leading up to her grandmother's passing, she'd kept herself shut away in her room.

On the seventh night, she finally emerged and made her way to the kitchen. She cooked a dish of her grandmother's favorite baked fish, rolled some delicate meatballs, and simmered a pot of nourishing broth—the kind of homemade soup that always filled the house with warmth.

She let the soup simmer all afternoon, from lunchtime until dinner.

When Abbey saw this, she smiled gently. "Miss Sunny, if your grandmother could see how much care you've put into this, she'd be so proud of you."

Sunny carefully arranged the meal—every dish, every glass—on the dining table as an offering. Then she lit a stick of incense in front of her grandmother's portrait.

"Grandma, tonight marks seven days since you've been gone. I've made dinner for you—just the way you liked it. I hope it's to your taste."

With that, Sunny turned and left the dining room, waiting in the kitchen for a quiet quarter of an hour before returning.

Grace Quinn sat on the living room sofa, stone-faced and unmoving, visibly irritated by Sunny's display of mourning. Chloe looked just as exasperated.

"Mom, with her putting on this little show, who's going to want to eat at that table?" Chloe muttered.

Sunny sat back down at the dining table. "No one's asking you to eat. If you don't like it, tough. This house belongs to my grandmother. When you're gone one day, don't expect us to fuss over you like this."

"You—" Chloe's cheeks flushed with anger.

Grace shot her daughter a warning look. "Enough, Chloe. Sunny, your devotion hasn't gone unnoticed. I can assure you, your grandmother would be touched."

She had no intention of starting a petty argument.

Sunny barely touched her meal before clearing the dishes and returning them to the kitchen.

"Sunny," Grace called after her, "there's an auction tomorrow. Why don't you come along with your aunt?"

Sunny gave her a cold, sidelong glance. "Grandma just passed. I'm not in the mood for social events."

Grace smiled smoothly. "You misunderstand me. I heard there's a bracelet up for auction—one that fits your grandmother's style perfectly. When we visit the Memorial Gardens for her forty-ninth day, you could bring it as a gift. She'd have loved that."

Sunny's eyes narrowed. "Fine. I'll go."

Grace was secretly delighted. So clever, yet still so easy to manipulate. As long as she knew where Sunny's soft spot was, she could guide her every time.

But then, amid the buzz of the crowd, a striking man appeared and all eyes turned his way.

"Mom, who's that?" Chloe whispered.

Grace inhaled sharply. "I had no idea he'd be here." She cursed her luck; if she'd known, she could have killed two birds with one stone. But unprepared, she dared not act rashly. She signaled Chloe to stay calm.

"Don't rush things, Chloe. Some things can't be forced."

Chloe deflated, "Fine."

Meanwhile, Sunny's attention never wavered from the auctioneer.

When the bracelet she wanted finally appeared, the auctioneer announced, "Starting bid: ten thousand."

She was here with Grace Quinn; naturally, the bill would go to the Carrington Family.

Let Sean pitch in for Grandma's bracelet—seemed only fair.

For the first time, Sunny raised her paddle. "Fifteen thousand from the lady in black."