Trading My Ex for His Uncle

#25 BONUS

As soon as the call connected, Wren's frantic voice came through. "Where are you right now? Your dad went to the Summers on your behalf and got into trouble. He ended up in the emergency room after drinking excessively to make amends!"

Nyla's mind went blank, and her body froze in place. It took her several seconds to react. "I'll be there right away!"

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Valarie, who had just woken up, noticed Nyla's distress and quickly got up. "Nyla, what's wrong?"

Nyla looked up, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face. "My dad is in trouble. I can't drive..."

Valarie's expression turned serious. She grabbed Nyla's hand and said firmly, "We can't drive after drinking so much last night. We'll take a cab."

She led Nyla out of the bar and hailed a cab to the hospital.

When they arrived at the emergency room, the surgery had just ended.

Dr. Leslie Knapp, looking exhausted and irritated, addressed Nyla and Wren with frustration "Tve wamed you repeatedly that the patient's condition can't handle smoking or drinking. You let him drink excessively. If he had been any later, not even a god could have saved him!"

"Dr. Knapp, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful in the future and ensure this never happens again. Thank you for saving my dad," Nyla said, bowing deeply.

Tears continued to fall.

She was overwhelmed with panic, fearing that if Harrison didn't pull through, she would never forgive

herself.

I slie's face remained stern. "A sincere apology means nothing now. Instead, focus on ensuring the pient doesn't engage in activities harmful to his health."

with that he turned and left.

Back in the hospital room....

Hron had not yet woken up.

Wren sat by the bed, crying.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Wren, what exactly happened?" Nyla asked, her voice trembling.

She had thought that Harrison would visit the Sumners in a few days, not the very next day.

wren looked at her with evident displeasure. "After you left yesterday, your dad secretly contacted the Sumners to apologize and ask them to spare you. Richard made him wait outside for over two hours. before finally agreeing to see him.

"After that, I don't know what happened. All I know is that your dad suddenly vomited blood and collapsed. The hospital called me to come."

Nyla took a deep breath, her anger barely contained. The Sumners had gone too far!

"I understand," she replied.

Wren hesitated before speaking. "Nyla, you saw for yourself that you can't fight the Sumners. Your dad's health can't handle any more stress. Please, I'm begging you, don't continue this fight, okay?" Nyla's hands clenched at her sides as she looked down. "Wren, I will handle this. Please take care of my

dad."

After leaving the hospital room, Valarie looked at Nyla with concern. "Nyla, what are you planning to do next?"

"Thank you for everything today, Valarie. You should head home now," Nyla said flatly.

Noting Nyla's detached demeanor, Valarie frowned. "Nyla, don't do anything rash. You need to stay calm." Valarie was worried that Nyla might act out due to her father's situation. Nyla forced a smile. "Don't worry. I'm very calm."

She had never been so clear-headed and knew exactly what she needed to do.

"Maybe I should stay with you," Valarie suggested.

"Really, don't worry. I promise not to go to the Sumners and cause a scene. You can trust me on that," Nyla said.

Seeing that Nyla seemed genuinely calm, Valarie finally nodded. "If you need any help, just let me know."

"Okay," Nyla agreed.

After Valarie disappeared down the hallway, Nyla's smile slowly faded, her expression turning cold as she headed toward Leslie's office.

Leslie's expression was still somewhat grim when he saw Nyla. "Ms. Jayston, are you here for something?" Nyia nodded and sat down opposite him. "Dr. Knapp, I'm planning to take my dad abroad for treatment." Afteraving the doctor's office, Nyla didn't return to the hospital room but went home instead.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she noticed that her apartment door was wide open, and the living room was in disarray.

Her expression remained blank as she walked inside, finding the place turned upside down, with even the kitchen and bathroom ransacked.

She sat down in the living room, about to call the police, but hesitated. Instead, she dialed a different number.