Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Who gave you those documents?" Cyrus questioned.

Clark's voice was icy. "Nyla sent these documents to me. Dad, did you really have something to do with the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident six years ago?"

Cyrus's voice roared with anger. "How can you believe a woman over me?"

"It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not," Clark replied. "What matters is that Nyla is using these documents to force me into a divorce. She said if I don't agree, she'll turn them in to the police." "What?!" Cyrus ground his teeth, his voice filled with fury. "She must not be allowed to take those documents to the police!"

Clark smiled bitterly. He had hoped, even if just a little, that the documents were fabricated by Nyla to pressure him into a divorce. Cyrus' reaction made it clear that everything in those documents was true. "Dad, why did you do this? How am I supposed to face Nyla now?" Clark asked.

"I did it all for the Sumner Group. If I hadn't brought down Harris Pharmaceuticals, do you think the Sumner Group would be where it is today? Do you think you'd be the CEO?" Cyrus retorted.

"My position as CEO was earned because Nyla transferred her patent to me. It has nothing to do with you!" Clark hissed.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla must have known about this incident long ago, which was why she was so determined to divorce him. Her hatred for him and the Sumners must run deep.

After all, if it weren't for that accident, she would still be the Jayston heiress, and her father wouldn't be living in the hospital, dependent on medication.

Cyrus roared, "If she wants a divorce, then let her have one! Those documents must not reach the police!"

Clark tightened his grip on his phone and abruptly hung up.

When Cyrus called back, he immediately turned off his phone.

Clark despised Cyrus, but no matter what, Cyrus was still his biological father. He couldn't bear to see him go to prison. However, he also didn't want to divorce Nyla...

It seemed there was no other choice now.

In Cyrus' office...

Cyrus' expression darkened severely when Clark's phone was turned off. He walked to the window, his cold eyes flashing with a hint of cruelty, and dialed a number on his phone.

At 9:50 a.m., Nyla was waiting at the courthouse for Clark.

She knew Clark well. Although he resented Cyrus, he had always longed for his father's approval. After seeing those photos, he would surely come to get divorced. Her phone suddenly vibrated with a message from Valarie. As Nyla looked down to reply, she didn't notice a van speeding toward her, drawing nearer and nearer.

"Watch out!"

At the sound of a terrified shout, Nyla looked up and saw the van barreling toward her, her eyes widening in shock. The van was moving too fast for her to avoid. Just as the van was about to hit her, a black Cayenne suddenly appeared, crashing into the van.

The collision was deafening.

The van was pushed off course and slammed into a pillar at the courthouse entrance. The Cayenne rolled once on the ground before bursting into flames. Screams erupted around Nyla. Some people were calling for ambulances, while others were calling the police.

Recognizing the Cayenne as Clark's

car, Nyla was momentarily stunned and quickly ran toward the burning vehicle. Just as she reached the car, she was yanked back.