Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Dad, Mom, it's getting late. Nyla can stay here with me. You should head home and get some rest. Come back tomorrow morning," Clark said.

Cindy had initially wanted to stay and care for Clark, but upon realizing that his condition was caused by Nyla, she agreed to Clark's request. "Alright. I'll come back tomorrow."

After they left, Nyla turned to Damon. "Uncle Damon, thank you for today. You should go home and rest. Let me walk you out."

Damon frowned, his demeanor growing colder. "You're exhausted too. I'll arrange for a caregiver to come soon. I'll take you home." "No. I'll stay here to take care of him tonight," Nyla insisted.

Understanding her stubbornness, Damon nodded after a few seconds of silence. "Alright."

He turned and walked toward the door, and Nyla got up to see him off.

When she returned, she noticed Clark's expression had changed slightly. Pretending not to notice, she sat down by the bedside.

After a long silence, Clark finally spoke. "Nyla, can you stop being so cold toward me?"

Nyla looked at him calmly. "Clark, I'm grateful for what you did, but things can't go back to how they were."

Clark's face fell, and he forced a smile. "You still want a divorce, don't you?"

Nyla nodded. "Yes. I'm not giving up on the idea of divorce, but I'll take care of you until you recover."

"You know that's not what I want," Clark said.

"After learning about your infidelity and what your father did to my family, how can I just ignore everything and stay with you?" Nyla asked.

Clark lowered his gaze, his face as pale as a ghost. He had hoped that Nyla would soften because he had saved her, but he was mistaken. She had always been indifferent to those she didn't care about. He closed his eyes and spent a sleepless night.

...

The next morning, Cindy arrived with chicken soup.

Seeing her, Nyla got up and said, "I'm going to rest at home now. I'll come back in the evening to take care of you."

Before she could finish, Cindy sneered. "How can you sleep knowing that Clark is like this because of you?!"

Nyla ignored her and walked out of the room after informing Clark. As she left, she could still hear Cindy cursing her. Nyla didn't slow down, acting as if she didn't hear anything.

Outside the hospital, she saw Damon's car parked nearby. She tried to ignore it, but he got out and stopped her. "I'll give you a ride home," Damon offered.

"Uncle Damon, there's no need. I can take a cab," Nyla refused.

"You choose either you get in the car yourself, or I'll help you into it. It's up to you," Damon insisted.

Nyla bit her lip. After a few seconds of silence, she opened the passenger door and got in.

On the way home, neither of them spoke.

When the car stopped at the

entrance of the apartment complex, Damon turned to find Nyla still dost in thought. His brow furrowed slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Nyla snapped back to reality and, after a moment's hesitation, said, "Uncle Damon, I still feel that this incident wasn't an accident."

Damon looked at her. Her hair was

disheveled, her face pale, and her eyes were tired, but her gaze betrayed determination that made

him feel a pang of sympathy.

"You're exhausted. Go home, take a shower, and get some rest. Leave the rest to me. Don't think about it for now," Damon coaxed.

Nyla bit her lip. "Uncle Damon, you don't believe me, do you?"

"I do believe you, but the most important thing is for you to rest right now," Damon reassured.

His expression was serious, and there was no trace of insincerity. He truly believed in her.

For some reason, Nyla felt a lump in her throat. She looked away, trying to hold back her tears. "Thank you, Uncle Damon," she thanked him.

After the accident, she had felt lost

and helpless until Damon's

assurance that he believed her. It was the first time she felt a sense of relief. Even if she wasn't sure herself, Damon was willing to trust her.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Go home and rest. Don't worry about anything else for now. There will be a solution," Damon comforted.