Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla suggested, "I think he aimed the van at me deliberately. This might not have been an accident."

The two officers exchanged a glance before one of them addressed her. "That's a possibility we can't rule out, but we'll need to wait for the investigation results. From what we know now, the most likely cause is drunk driving. Have you had any recent conflicts with anyone?"

Nyla thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can think of."

"Understood. We'll investigate that possibility further. If you remember anything else, please let us know," the officer replied.

"Alright, thank you," Nyla said.

After the officers left, Nyla couldn't help but replay the details of the van charging at her.

Could this really have been an accident? But... who would drink in the early morning?

After waiting outside the ward for a while and confirming that Clark's condition had stabilized, Damon wanted to take Nyla home to rest.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

However, she refused, "I'm not tired. I want to stay here and wait for him to wake up."

Clark had lost his legs saving her. There was no way she could think of resting now.

Damon frowned and said coldly, "You're in no condition to stay here. I'll have someone guard the ward door and notify you as soon as he wakes up."

"No. I can manage myself," Nyla declined.

Her detached and distant expression made Damon's heart sink. He crouched down to her level and spoke firmly. "Even if you stay here, you can't do anything. You should go back-"

Nyla interrupted. "Uncle Damon, Clark lost his legs saving me. Even if I went back, I wouldn't be able to sleep. Besides, I'm feeling very unsettled right now... Can you let me stay here quietly for a while?" Damon was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Alright. I'll stay here with you."

With that, Damon sat down next to her. The familiar scent of pine from him filled the air as Nyla leaned against the cold wall. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in thought.

Cindy, watching from the side, was infuriated by the sight.

These two were unbelievably shameless!

It wasn't until after 11:00 p.m. that Clark finally woke up.

Cindy was the first to notice. Her face lit up with excitement as she rushed over. "Clark, you're awake! Is there anywhere you feel discomfort?"

Her voice choked up as she spoke. Just thinking about Clark never walking again felt like having her heart sliced with a knife, sending waves of dull pain through her.

"Mom, how is Nyla? Is she alright?" Clark asked.

When Clark's first concern was Nyla, Cindy's expression darkened. "You care about her? Don't you know that-"

"Enough! Clark has just woken up. Don't start with these irrelevant matters!" Cyrus interrupted, his gaze cold.

He didn't want to add to Clark's stress by bringing up his disability so soon after waking up.

Nyla and Damon approached the bedside.

Nyla looked down at Clark and said softly, "I'm fine."

Worry flashed in Clark's eyes when he saw her clothes stained with blood. "Are you injured? Why is there so much blood on your clothes?"

"All the blood is from you. I'm not injured," Nyla answered.

Clark visibly relaxed. "That's good."

Noting Damon standing beside Nyla, Clark said, "Uncle Damon, thank you for coming to see me. I know you're busy with work, so you don't need to stay." Damon's expression remained neutral. "It's fine. I'll take her home later."

Clark's already pale face turned even darker. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. I'arrange for someone to take her home. You don't need to worry about it." én.swnovels.net

Before Damon could respond, Cindy sneered. Damon, even though Clark is bedridden, Cyrus and I are here. It's not your place to interfere in our family matters."

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"Are you sure you want to argue in the hospital room?" Damon's gaze was devoid of any warmth.

Cindy ground her teeth. Considering Clark's condition, she refrained from saying more, but her anger was still evident.