Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Damon's expression remained indifferent. "The day she returned to the country and contacted me."

Nathaniel's body trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Is it because Rebecca only has three months left that you broke up with Nyla and got back together with her?" Damon frowned. "I haven't reconciled with her."

He had only promised to spend these three months with Rebecca, but he had no intention of resuming their relationship.

"So, you don't have feelings for her anymore?" Nathaniel asked.

"From the moment she chose to go abroad, there was no chance for us anymore," Damon replied.

Nathaniel's hands clenched at his sides, and his expression grew intense. "But she still loves you. That hasn't changed. And she only has three months left to live. Can't you at least give her some false hope?" "No. That wouldn't be fair to Nyla," Damon said.

He had asked Nyla to wait for three months and had promised not to reconcile with Rebecca. Even if Nyla didn't believe him, he wouldn't break his promise.

"What's unfair about it? Rebecca only needs three months. After that, you could get back together with Nyla. This is Rebecca's last wish. Even if you don't love her anymore, can you really bear to see her leave with regrets?" Nathaniel demanded.

Thinking about Rebecca crying earlier and saying she had only three months left, Nathaniel felt as though his heart were being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe.

"She was the one who initiated the breakup. If it weren't for the fact that she once saved me, I wouldn't have agreed to keep her company even if she had only three days left," Damon stated.

"She broke up with you because the pressure was too much and she wanted to prove herself, which is why she went abroad," Nathaniel explained.

Impatience flashed across Damon's eyes. "Regardless, it's all in the past. The person I care about now is Nyla. I won't betray her."

With that, he bypassed Nathaniel and left.

"Wait." Nathaniel stopped him, his expression hardening as if he had made up his mind.

"There's something Rebecca asked me to keep from you, but I think you should know," he said.

Damon sat motionless on the sofa as if he were a statue. Nathaniel's words echoed in his mind, and his expression grew darker.

The villa was pitch black in the dead of night.

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When a maid got up to use the bathroom and passed the living room, she was startled by the shadow on the sofa and quickly

turned on the light.

Seeing it was Damon, she sighed with relief and patted her chest. "Mr. Sumner, why aren't you asleep yet?"

The sudden light was a bit harsh, causing Damon to squint uncomfortably, his gaze inscrutable.

"It's nothing. I'm just thinking about some things," he answered.

"It's already past 2:00 a.m. You should think about it tomorrow," the maid advised.

"I understand. You should go back to bed," Damon said dismissively.

Noticing Damon's unusual mood, the maid didn't press further.

After using the bathroom, she returned to her room, unaware of when Damon finally went to bed. By the next morning, he had already left.

Seeing the crystal ashtray on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts, the maid sighed.

It seemed that the issue Damon was dealing with was quite troublesome.

Even during the early days of his business, when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy, she had never seen him smoke so many cigarettes in one night.

Nyla was on her way to work around 8:00 a.m. when she received a call from Valarie.

"Nyla, I have something to tell you," Valarie said.

"What?" Nyla asked.

Valarie delivered the news. "Damon and Rebecca have officially announced their reconciliation."

Nyla's phone slipped from her hand. She couldn't hear what Valarie said next. Her world seemed to blur behind a veil of tears.