Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Nyla pulled Valarie to the end of the hallway and said softly, "The baby is Damon's."

Valarie's eyes widened in shock. "Damon? When did this happen?"

She had thought Nyla and Damon were completely over, so hearing that Nyla was pregnant with his child was startling. Nyla's gaze flickered as she lowered her eyes. "It was an accident... We were both drunk..."

"How much did you drink to end up like this? And does Damon know about your pregnancy?" Valarie asked.

Nyla shook her head. "He doesn't know, and there's no need to tell him. I don't plan on getting back together with him."

Valarie fell silent. For Nyla, keeping the baby wasn't feasible right now, but...

"What if Damon finds out someday?" Valarie asked.

Nyla remained indifferent. "Even if he finds out, it won't change anything between us."

"Alright then..." Valarie looked at Nyla's slightly pale face with sympathy.

Nyla pleaded, "Valarie, can you please sign for me? Let's just say this baby and I are not meant to be..."

Despite Nyla's reluctance, her rational mind told her she couldn't keep the baby.

Valarie took her hand and spoke softly. "Nyla, are you sure you've thought this through?"

Nyla hummed as she looked away, her tone resolute. "I've thought it through."

"Okay." Valarie signed the paperwork.

She watched as Nyla walked resolutely into the operating room, her silhouette appearing frail and lonely. As she watched, her eyes grew red with unshed tears.

That evening, while Clark was reviewing documents, his office door was knocked on abruptly.

Michael rushed in and said in a low voice, "Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston had an abortion earlier today."

Clark's eyes widened in disbelief. He dropped the documents and stared intently at Michael, asking, "Is that true?"

"Yes," Michael answered.

Clark frowned. "Did my uncle go with her?"

Michael shook his head. "No. It was Ms. Weir who accompanied her."

Clark fell silent for a moment before smirking coldly. "I see. You can go now."

After Michael left, Clark picked up his phone and called Damon.

The phone rang for a long time without being answered, but Clark remained calm, smiling subtly.

Just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, Damon finally answered. "What's up?"

Clark, unfazed by Damon's distant tone, asked cheerfully, "Uncle Damon, did you know Nyla is pregnant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of something. crashing to the floor on the other end,

d the call was abrother

disconnected.

Clark's smile widened. He didn't bother redialing, confident that

Damon would soon find out a net

Nyla's pregnancy and her abortion.

QUMS

The thought of Damon's reaction brought him a sense of satisfaction and revenge, making him feel somewhat vindicated.

Having been under Damon's pressure for so long, finally having a chance to get even felt good!

When there was a knock at the door,

Nyla was resting in her bedroom while Valarie was in the kitchen preparing chicken soup for her.

QUMS

Valarie's face fell when she went to the door and saw Damon standing outside.

Damon's face was taut, radiating a chilling aura as if he had come straight from hell. It was enough to make one shudder.

It seemed he had learned about Nyla's abortion.

Valarie hesitated, stepping back as the knocking grew more insistent.