Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Who said I'm not pursuing it?"

"How do you plan to pursue it?" Nyla looked at Damon, somewhat unsure. If he wanted money, she had just sold that house in Karlinan, so she should be able to afford it. She just hoped he wouldn't ask for too

Her demeanor, in Damon's eyes, resembled that of a startled rabbit, evoking a sense of pity. He involuntarily frowned. "Do you always stare at men like that?"

Nyla lowered her gaze. Weren't they talking about his injury? What did her gaze have to do with anything?

Before she could come up with

a response, Damon continued. "You said someone switched your reagents today? If someone really targeted you, I'll hold the mastermind responsible when Genevieve finds out the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator reached the first floor.

"Let's go. We need to treat the injuries first."

What, Damon walked out.

Since he was going to the hospital for treatment as well. Nyla didn't dwell on it. Besides, it wasn't convenient to hail a cab right now.

Nyla benefitted from Damon's presence. Several doctors were already waiting at the hospital entrance, ready to escort them to treat their injuries.

Jordyn happened to come out of the hospital and saw Nyla and Damon getting out of the car together. She immediately took out her phone and snapped a photo.

She had been blocked by Clark before, so she sent the photo to Clark's most trusted secretary, Michael.

Jordyn: [Michael, if I'm not mistaken, this is Mrs. Sumner, right? Why is she at the hospital with Clark's uncle?]

Michael didn't reply to her, but he did inform Clark about the incident.

After all, after he reported that Nyla and Damon had stayed at the same hotel on the same night, Clark had thrown his phone on the spot. Now the two were together in the hospital again. As expected, when Clark saw the photo on Michael's phone, he glowered instantly. He immediately called Nyla

The call was about to hang up automatically before the other party answered.

"Yes?" Nyla's cold voice came through, and Clark's hand holding the phone kept tightening. He took a deep breath before asking. "Where are you?"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Nyla spoke. "At work. If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'll hang up."

"Nothing."

As soon as Clark said that, Nyla hung up directly.

Clark smirked icily. He had finally persuaded himself to believe that there was nothing between Nyla and Damon, but what did she do? Going to the hospital with Damon and lying to him! *Prepare the car. We're going to the hospital."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The nurse spoke after Nyla put down her phone, "Ms. Jayston, treating the wound might be a bit painful later. Please bear with it."

"Mm. will this scar?" Nyla asked.

"This wound isn't too deep. If you take good care of it later, it should recover completely."

With that assurance, Nyla finally felt relieved.

On the other side, Damon had his wounds treated and left the treatment room first.

His wounds were on his back. They were just minor burns, requiring only a few days of medication.

As soon as he walked out of the treatment room, he saw Clark approaching with an icy expression, his face filled with anger.

from!

Clark only spoke when he stood in front of Damon. "Uncle Damon, I hope you'll stay away wife in

the future."

Damon raised an eyebrow, sensing the guard and hostility in Clark's gaze. He chuckled, and the temperature around him dropped sharply. "What do you mean by that? Do you think I have ulterior motives towa