Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"It seems I've overestimated your kindness. After all, your son cheated first, yet you splash water on your daughter-in-law. Such a bizarre mother-in-law is indeed rare."

With each word Damon uttered, Cindy's expression darkened further. In the end, it turned icy.

"Damon, this is a family matter. As an outsider, it's best you not interfere."

Damon arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't planning to interfere, but don't you think it's too much to bully a young girl like this?"

Cindy only dared to be so audacious because she knew the Jaystons were bankrupt. Even if she treated Nyla harshly, they couldn't do much to her.

Cindy gritted her teeth in anger. "Too much? Just because Clark has a woman on the side, she throws a fit, moves out, and even talks about divorce. Who's really being too much?"

"Isn't Clark at fault for the affair in the first place? It's the Sumners who wronged Nyla, not the other way around. If you can't see this, I don't think Clark should continue working at the Sumner Group." Cindy paled, trembling uncontrollably. "Damon, whose side are you on?"

"I'm on neither side. I'm just advising you to be a kinder person if you want your son to inherit the Sumner Group."

Under Damon's icy gaze, Cindy took a deep breath, picked up her bag, and left.

"Uncle Damon, thank you... for today..."

Damon turned to look at Nyla. He briefly glanced at her wet clothes stuck to her chest, then casually averted his gaze.

"You don't call me Uncle Damon for nothing. It's the least I should do. Let me take you home. You're in no condition to catch a cab right now."

With that, he turned and headed toward the door,

Nyla followed his gaze and glanced down. Her soaked white shirt had become nearly transparent, revealing a© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

tantalizing hint of cleavage. She bit her lip and subconsciously covered herself, feeling her cheeks flush.

In the car, Nyla sat pressed against the door, trying to minimize her presence.

Thankfully, Damon remained engrossed in his documents, not sparing even a glance her way, which put her at ease.

When the car stopped at the entrance of The Fleur, Nyla prepared to get out when Damon suddenly spoke. "If you want to divorce Clark, I can introduce you to divorce lawyers."

Although Clark was Damon's nephew, cheating was something Damon found unforgivable. Moreover, the way Cindy had publicly treated Nyla today showed she had little regard for her daughter-in-law. Nyla paused, her fingertips gripping the handle turning white.

The inside of the car fell quiet for several seconds before Nyla spoke softly. "Thank you, Uncle Damon.

When I need it, I will come to you for help."

Damon furrowed his brows but didn't press further. "Okay."

As Nyla got out of the car and watched it disappear from view, she turned to head into her building. Unexpectedly, she saw Clark standing at the entrance, glaring at her with a dark expression. Nyla's gaze hardened as she pretended not to see him and walked past.

As she passed by Clark, he grabbed her wrist. "Nyla, was it Uncle Damon who just dropped you off?"

His questioning tone made Nyla uncomfortable. She shook off his hand coldly. "It's none of your business.

Clark blocked her path, about to speak, when he noticed her partially damp shirt. His expression darkened further. "What happened to your shirt?"

Once Clark thought of Nyla being in the same car as Damon in her current state, his eyes flashed with unsettling hostility. She belonged to him alone, and he would never allow another man to lay a finger on

her.

Nyła scoffed. "You should ask your mother about that.