Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Genevieve paused, looking at Damon in disbelief. From her limited interactions with him, she knew he wasn't the type to go out of his way to help others. He certainly wouldn't personally escort an employee from a company he had invested into the hospital.

Lucia knew Damon was Clark's uncle, but hearing him offer to take Nyla to the hospital sparked a wave of jealousy. She had seen Damon on TV, when he founded Prospectus Technology, and admired him gre Moreover, while Damon and Clark were uncle and nephew, their positions in the business world differed vastly. If Lucia could be with Damon, she could easily overshadow Nyla in the future.

Thinking this, she quickly said, "Nyla, I'll accompany you. It's inconvenient for you to go alone and handle. registration and such."

Nyla glanced at Lucia. Initially surprised by Lucia's sudden kindness, she understood when she noticed Lucia's lingering gaze on Damon. Did Lucia have a crush on Damon now? Being able to momentarily forg disagreements showed Lucia's adaptability.

"No need. I can manage on my own."

That statement was directed at both Damon and Lucia, Nyla briskly walked toward the elevator, and just as she reached it, another figure appeared beside her.

"It's not convenient to hail a cab right now. I'll take you. Damon's cold voice came from above Nyla's

head.

She looked up to meet his unwavering gaze and frowned. "Mr. Sumner, thank you for your kindness, but there's no need to trouble yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator arrived. She entered first, and Damon followed.

"I don't like repeating myself, I also need to go to the hospital, so sending you is just along the way."

Upon hearing this, Nyla turned to him abruptly. "Did the concentrated sulfuric acid splash onto you too?!"

Nyla's widened eyes, as she stared at Damon like a startled rabbit, made him itch to pat her head. However, considering her status, he refrained and averted his gaze, responding with a cool hum. "Where are you injured?"

Nyla's eyes filled with guilt. Someone had clearly tried to harm her by switching the dilute sulfuric acid with the concentrated one, and Damon ended up getting involved because of her. "On my back."

Nyla reached out to grab his shirt to turn him around and inspect his injuries, but she hesitated halfway, realizing it wasn't appropriate.

Damon looked at her fair hand by his side, a dark glint crossing his eyes. "What's wrong?All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla withdrew her hand and lowered her gaze. "Mr. Sumner, could you turn around so I can see where exactly you're injured and how serious it is?"

"Okay."

Seeing several black burns from the concentrated sulfuric acid on the back of Damon's white shirt, Nyla couldn't help but bite her lip.

"Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry for implicating you today. I'll cover all your medical expenses," she said in a guilty

tone.

Damon turned back around. "No need. It won't cost much."

Compared to himself, he was more concerned about the injuries on Nyla's hands. After all, girls cared more about their appearance in his impression. If scars marred her originally flawless hands, she would lik

"It's not about the money. Today's incident was my fault, so covering your medical expenses is the least I can do... I'm really grateful that you're holding me responsible."