Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Lydia quickly brought the first-aid kit and said, "Ms. Kinsey, please go sit on the couch. Let me take care of your injury."

Nyla shook her head, looking gratefully at Lydia. "No need. I can do it myself."

"Let me help. It's not easy for you to do it alone," Lydia advised.

Seeing Lydia's insistence, Nyla finally nodded. "Alright, Lydia. I'll trouble you."

Nyla gently wiped the tears from Mason's face and said softly, "Buddy, don't cry anymore. Mommy is fine."

Mason sniffled, gripping the hem of Nyla's shirt tightly, his eyes filled with fear.

Nyla led Mason to the couch and sat down while Lydia quickly and skillfully tended to her wound.

As Lydia picked up the first-aid kit to leave, she noticed Damon still standing there with a stern expression.

Unable to hold back, she spoke up. "Mr. Sumner, I don't know what conflict you have with Ms. Kinsey, but it's not right to let her get hurt. You shouldn't fight, especially in front of Buddy. He's still young, and your constant arguing will affect him." Damon glared at her. "Lydia, just stick to your job. I didn't bring you here to lecture me."

Feeling awkward, Lydia lowered her head and fell silent.

The living room descended into silence, and the atmosphere grew tense.

Just then, Brandon walked in through the door.

Noticing the unusual atmosphere, he raised an eyebrow and informed, "Uncle Damon, there are a few documents that need your signature."

"Go to the study," Damon replied, turning and walking straight to the study, with Brandon hurrying to keep up.

After signing the papers, Damon noticed Brandon hadn't left yet and looked at him coldly. "Is there anything else?"

Brandon, wearing a curious expression, asked, "Uncle Damon, did you have a fight with Aunt Nyla?"

"That's none of your business," Damon replied curtly.

Seeing Damon's gloomy expression, Brandon realized he had hit the nail on the head.

"Uncle Damon, don't forget that you used to treat Aunt Nyla poorly, and she even had a child for you. What o you want? If you keep arguing with her, you're just being unreasonable," he said.

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Damon asked, "Do you know why Valarie ignored you, despite you pursuing her for five years?"

Brandon paused for a moment, then couldn't help but grit his teeth. "That's crossing the line, Uncle Damon!"

"And you meddling in other people's business isn't crossing the line?" Damon retorted.

Under Damon's icy gaze, Brandon raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I won't say anything more. I have work at the company, so I'll head back now." After Brandon left, Damon picked up the documents on the desk.

He tried to go through them but couldn't focus on a single word. Frustrated, he tossed the papers down and pulled out a cigarette.

His agitation only grew after finishing one cigarette.

What he had said earlier about keeping Nyla from seeing Mason had been uttered in a moment of anger, but now that the words were out, he couldn't take them back. Especially after seeing Nyla's reddened eyes, most of his anger

had dissipated.

It was just that the thought of Mason wanting Oliver to be his father reignited Damon's rage. How could an outsider ever treat Mason better than he did? While he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. He extinguished his cigarette and answered.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Mr. Sumner, Clark has gone online

to publicly accuse you of being heartless for not visiting Mr. Richard after he was hospitalized. The Internet is buzzing about it," reported Damon's subordinate.