Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Although a bit reluctant, Mason nodded. "Okay."

As Nyla sipped her soup, she received a call from Oliver.

"Nyla, how's the progress in Saintornia? Have you found Buddy?" Oliver asked.

Nyla lowered her gaze and moved to the window, responding quietly with a soft hum.

Upon sensing something was wrong, Oliver's voice grew concerned. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

After a moment of hesitation, Nyla opened up

slowly. "Damon won't give Buddy back to me. He says I can't protect him. I can stay with Buddy, but I have to move to his villa."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line.

Nyla bit her lip. "I agreed to his terms. Oliver, maybe we should just-"

Before she could say "forget it", Oliver interrupted, "Nyla, I know you're in a

tough spot. Once I take care of things in Capitarnia, I'll head to Saintornia, and we can figure out what to do next, alright?"

"Oliver, you're such a good person. I don't want to drag you down anymore," Nyla reasoned.

"You've never been a burden to me. I've waited five years for a chance to stand by your side. I don't want to give that up. So please, don't give up on me that easily, okay?" Oliver urged. 1

Nyla's grip tightened, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

How did she deserve someone as good as Oliver?

Guilt and sadness surged through her as she replied earnestly, "Okay."

After hanging up, Nyla slipped her phone into her pocket and turned around, only to meet a pair of icy

eyes.

She frowned. "Mr. Sumner, when did you come in?"

"While you were on the phone by the window," Damon replied.

Nyla said nothing more and sat down by the bed. The only sound left in the room was Mason quietly drinking his soup.

Damon's gaze drifted to Nyla, seated across from him, her eyes focused on her phone. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, her head slightly lowered, revealing her smooth forehead.

She wore a simple white dress that hugged her slender waist, drawing his attention despite his efforts to

resist.

But... would he have been this captivated by a woman like her five years ago?

No matter how he considered it, it seemed unlikely.

Suddenly, Nyla's gentle voice from earlier, when she was speaking with Oliver, echoed in his mind, and Damon couldn't help but frown.

"I need to remind you of something," Damon said abruptly.

Nyla looked up, confusion in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Who you're with is your business and doesn't concern me. But if you marry another man and start a

new family, I won't let you take Buddy with you," Damon emphasized.

Nyla frowned. “Mr. Sumner, are you saying you're willing to stay unmarried for Buddy's sake?"

"Of course not," Damon replied flatly.

"Then what right do you have to stop me from taking Buddy? If you marry someone else, you'll likely have more children. Do you honestly think you can always prioritize Buddy? Nyla countered.

"I can't guarantee that," Damon admitted. "But I can give Buddy a better education and more

resources. His life will be far smoother with me than with you."

Nyla let out a frustrated laugh, setting her phone down and locking eyes with him. "Mr. Sumner, your life might seem smooth and successful, but do you feel free? Are you happy?"

Damon's eyes narrowed, his voice darkening with anger. "Whether I'm happy or not is none of your concern."

"I don't care about your happiness," Nyla said, her tone calm but firm. "For me, the most important thing is that Buddy grows up free and happy."