Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Spencer felt helpless. The issue was that Nyla might not even want to see Damon.

Although Damon was exceptionally skilled in managing the company and business, Spencer believed he was too overbearing in relationships, focusing solely on his own perspective and never considering Nyla's feelings. Even without Rebecca, it was possible that he and Nyla would have eventually broken up.

Watching Damon's departing figure, Spencer sighed and did not attempt to stop him.

...

Damon reached the hospital room and was about to knock on the door when it opened from the inside.

Upon seeing Damon, Valarie's eyes filled with anger. She said coldly, "Damon, are you here to gloat over how badly you've hurt Nyla?"

Damon frowned as he spoke in a low, tense voice. "How is she right now?"

"Don't worry. She won't die. But if you keep bothering her, who knows what might happen next time?!" Valarie retorted.

Her sarcastic tone only increased Damon's impatience. "Ms. Weir, I admit I didn't handle things well this time, but it won't happen again. I'd like to see Nyla. Could you please step aside?"

"I'm sorry, but it seems she doesn't want to see you. You should just leave," Valarie declared.

Damon's face darkened. "Ms. Weir, you should know that if I insist on entering this room, you can't stop me."

Valarie gave a cold laugh. "Oh? Trying to use your position as the CEO of Prospectus Technology to intimidate me? But you're mistaken-I'm not one of your employees, and I'm not afraid of you!" Damon stared at her, saying nothing more, but his eyes grew even colder.

Inside the room, Nyla heard their argument and didn't want Valarie to be troubled because of her issues with Damon. She called out, "Valarie,

let him in. I have something to say to him." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Valarie looked back at her, frustration clear in her expression. "Aren't you already suffering enough because of him?"

When Valarie first arrived at the

hospital, Nyla had been covered in paint. It had taken the doctors a long time to clean her up. Even after they finished, she still reeked of paint and had painful, itchy rashes from an allergic reaction.

"It's okay. You should go home now. Thank you for everything today," Nyla said.

Valarie was still angry but knew she couldn't just walk away-she didn't know what might happen.

After a moment of silence, she said coldly, "I'll stay here by the door. Call me if you need anything."

Seeing Valarie's concealed concern beneath her anger, Nyla felt a surge of warmth and became even more determined to stay away from Damon. After Valarie left, Damon entered the room.

When he saw Nyla sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes widened with guilt and regret. He shouldn't have presented The Lone Tear to her in front of so many people last night.

Swr

Nyla's face and neck were red, and her cheeks were swollen, making her look completely different from before.

"Nyla, I'm sorry..." Damon said, his voice filled with remorse.

Nyla looked at him with calm eyes. "I thought you'd be satisfied seeing me like this."

Damon's eyes darkened as he spoke hoarsely. "If I could, I'd rather be the one in that hospital bed right now."

Hearing this, Nyla found it laughable. "When you gave me that necklace in front of everyone last night, you should have anticipated this result."