Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Gabriel paused on the other end of the line and asked, 'is

someone with you?"

"Yes," Nyla replied.

"Then that's all for now," Gabriel said.

After hanging up, Nyla turned to Damon and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask what I want for dinner tonight?" Damon's expression remained calm. "I just happened to see it and thought I'd ask. Did I interrupt your call?" "No," Nyla replied, though she found it a bit odd that he would speak up while she was still on the phone. Damon seemed to disregard her puzzled look and asked, "WhoBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

was on the line?"

"Wren's son. He went abroad when I was in university. We don't stay in touch very often, so I haven't mentioned him to you," Nyla explained.

Damon narrowed his eyes slightly but did not press further.

The two of them ended up going to the restaurant Damon had suggested for dinner.

Clark, who had just wrapped up a meeting with a client, spotted them as they were finishing up. His gaze hardened, and after seeing off his client, he walked directly toward them.

"Uncle Damon, Nyla, what a coincidence to see you here," he said.

Nyla's appetite soured at the sound of Clark's voice, and she remained silent, her face cold.

Damon's expression was indifferent. "You're interrupting us."

Clark chuckled. "Uncle Damon, I just wanted to say hello. I was afraid that if I didn't come over, people might think I am rude. It's just that Nyla and I have recently divorced. Don't you think it's a bit too soon for you two to be having dinner together?" Nyla frowned and finally looked up at him. "No matter how soon it seems, it's not sooner than you. After all, you were already involved with Jordyn while we were still married."

Her disgust and impatience were evident, and Clark's face darkened as if he had been stung.

"Nyla, we're divorced now. It's pointless to keep bringing up the past. Or do you still have feelings for me?" Clark asked.

Sarcasm flickered in Nyla's eyes. "You should probably look in the mirror."

If she still had feelings for him after everything, it would be a clear sign of insanity.

Just as Clark was about to respond, his phone rang.

After answering, he hung up with an icy expression, his teeth clenched as he glared at Nyla. "Did you file a lawsuit against Mom for spreading rumors?"

Nyla was surprised at how quickly William had acted.

She smiled slightly and tilted her chin. "That's your mother, not mine. Don't get it mixed up. Besides, she did spread rumors that I harmed her. What's wrong with filing a lawsuit?" "She's an elder. How can you treat an elder like this?" Clark questioned.

Before Clark could continue, Damon raised an eyebrow and interjected, "What elder? Nyla's my girlfriend now, so by seniority, she'd be your aunt. Maybe you should reflect on how you're speaking to your aunt.”

Clark's expression was one of someone who had swallowed a fly. He clenched his jaw and forced out, "Uncle Damon, you're not even married to her yet."

"So this is how you speak to an elder?" Damon asked.

Seeing Damon use his own words

against him, Clark was enraged. "Uncle Damon, you've been

entangled with my ex-wife and have

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embarrassed the Sumners. Why??? have?" e

kind of attitude do you expect me to

"The one who embarrassed the Sumners is you," Damon stated flatly.

Gritting his teeth, Clark sneered. "I'm heading to the police station. I don't want to argue with you, but you will regret this!"