Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Just as Nyla was about to get up, Damon's hands gently pressed down on her shoulders.

"Don't move. Wait here," Damon instructed.

Meeting his firm gaze, Nyla bit her lip and instinctively nodded.

Damon patted her head with a smile. "Good girl."

Nyla was left speechless.

Damon worked quickly, and soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

Nyla couldn't help but swallow as she headed to the kitchen. She hadn't eaten dinner and was now quite hungry.

Just as she reached the kitchen door, Damon emerged, carrying a plate of sandwiches.

"Why did you come over?" he asked.

Nyla was captivated by the sandwiches in his hand. It was a simple creation-vegetables and eggs topped with melted cheese. The green vegetables and crispy-edged fried eggs looked especially appetizing under the light.

Noticing that all her attention was on the sandwiches and she had completely ignored him, Damon couldn't help but smile. "Go get your cutlery."

At his words, Nyla quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed her cutlery, and returned to the table.

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Damon didn't correct her habitual way of addressing him and simply nodded. "Eat up."

Nyla picked up a sandwich, and as soon as she took a bite, her eyes involuntarily closed in delight.

"So delicious!" she exclaimed.

"Eat slowly. No one's going to take it from you. Don't burn yourself," Damon warned.

Nyla nodded but showed no sign of slowing down.

In less than ten minutes, she had finished the entire plate of sandwiches, leaving not a crumb behind. As she put down her cutlery, she still felt a bit unsatisfied. "Uncle Damon, how can you cook so well?" she asked.

She had expected something unappetizing, but his cooking was surprisingly good. She could easily have eaten another plate.

"I only know how to make simple things like this," he answered.

Before Nyla could respond, Damon's phone vibrated on the table.

He picked it up, answered the call, and frowned slightly as he spoke coldly. "I'll be there soon."

After hanging up, he turned to Nyla. "There's a problem at the company. I need to step out for a bit. Rest early and don't wait up for me."

"But your back..." Nyla began.

"I'll be careful," he assured her.

As Damon hurried out, Nyla bit her lip, a trace of concern in her eyes.

She got up, washed and dried the dishes in the kitchen, then returned to her bedroom. Just as she was about to shower and go to bed, she received a message from Vren.

Wren: [Nyla, your dad was just acting out of impulse today. Don't take it to heart. I support the idea of going abroad. Let me know when things are ready, and your dad and Dcan go anytime.]

Nyla stared at the screen, her face expressionless.

Wren's eagerness to go abroad likely stemmed from a fear of retaliation from the Sumners.

It was understandable. After all, Nyla was only her stepdaughter, and Wren wouldn't want to be dragged into trouble.

After a long pause, Nyla replied with a simple "Okay" and then deleted the chat.

Meanwhile, relieved by Nyla's response, Wren quickly dialed another number.

"Gabriel, Harrison and I will be going to Meristate soon," she announced.

A deep, youthful voice answered from the other end of the line. "Mom, why are you suddenly coming over?"

"Harrison needs treatment abroad.

I'll have

find a hospital close to

where you live so I can take care of

both

you and Harrison," she replied.

There was a brief silence before Gabriel Hackett's voice came through again. "How is Nyla... doing these days?"