Trading My Ex for His Uncle

In the end, it seemed Nyla didn't Bike Damon that much.

However, they had a lifetime ahead of them. Damon had

enough patience to make her eventually depend on him just as she once depended on Clark.

"Yeah, but I still hope that if someone bothers you in the future, you'll think of coming to me for help instead of handling

everything on your own," Damon said.

His serious demeanor made Nyla's heart soften.

"Okay," she agreed.

Back in her room, Nyla was about to remove her makeup when her phone rang. It was Valarie.

"Nyla, your ex-mother-in-law is spreading rumors that you've been violent with her. The upper crust of Saintornia is already talking about it," Valarie informed her.

Nyla looked down. "Don't worry about it. She'll get what's coming to her soon enough."

Valarie's tone was filled with frustration. "You don't know how horrible the things she's saying are. I'm so angry."

Nyla's heart warmed a little. She replied gently, "You haven't fully recovered yet. Don't let someone like her ruin your mood."

"I'm just worried about you," Valarie confessed.

Chapbéc 290

"The hardest times have already passed. I don't care what she and Clark do now," Nyla stated.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

To her, Cindy and Clark were nothing more than clowns. They weren't worth wasting her emotions over. If they wanted to bring trouble on themselves, though, she wouldn't hold back. Valarie sighed, feeling a bit sentimental. "It's good if you don't care. I didn't expect Clark, who used to treat you so well, to end up like this... Anyway, let's not talk about this." Nyla pressed her lips together, her expression unchanged. Nothing stays the same forever, not even feelings, so it's not surprising."

Valarie dropped the topic, and after chatting about a few other things, ended the call.

Nyla set her phone down.

Thinking about what Damon had said earlier, she frowned. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now she realized his words had been driven by insecurity. Their relationship was like walking a tightrope-one misstep could lead to disaster.

Both of them lacked security. If he discovered she was with him solely for personal gain, their already fragile relationship might come to an abrupt end.

The thought of this outcome caused Nyla a pang in her chest. Forcing herself to ignore the ache, she got up to shower.

When she emerged, she found several missed calls from Clark and multiple messages asking to meet. She frowned.

Initially, she didn't want to respond, but she feared that he might go to Prospectus Technology and create a scene the next day if she ignored him.

After a moment's consideration, she called him back.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Her tone was nearly indifferent, making Clark frown on the other end of the line.

"Nyla, many people in Saintornia now know about your alleged violence against my mom. She said if you don't apologize in person, she'll call the police," Clark warned.

Nyla laughed in anger. She couldn't believe how ridiculous. Cindy and Clark were being.

"If your brain's malfunctioning, you should get it checked before it's too late," Nyla retorted.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Clark's voice, now filled with anger, came through. "Nyla, I'm doing this for your own good. If she reports it and causes a scene at Prospectus Technology, it'll be bad for both you and my uncle. Don't you think?"

Nyla raised an eyebrow. Was he trying to threaten her?

She didn't want Clark and Cindy to create a scene at Prospectus Technology and affect Damon, but that didn't

mean they could control her.