Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Nyla managed to steel her heart and not want the child. What more could she feel for him?

Damon left.

A short while later, Valarie walked in, looking hesitant to speak.

Nyla pretended not to notice and forced a smile. "Valarie, you've worked hard today. You should head home. I'll manage on my own."

Valarie sat down by the bed. After a moment of thought, she spoke softly. "When Damon left earlier, his face was ashen. He must really care about you."

Nyla looked down, her expression unchanged. "Before Rebecca showed up, I really cared about him too. Valarie, there's no point in trying to persuade me. It's over between us. I just want to focus on my studies for now and not think about anything else." Valarie knew Nyla was a determined person and sighed. "There's some soup in the thermos. Remember to drink it later. I'm heading out now. If you need anything, just call me." "Got it," Nyla replied.

As Valarie went downstairs, she saw Damon still waiting by his car. Knowing he was waiting for her, she walked over to him.

"She must have been in a lot of pain during the procedure today?" Damon's voice was hoarse, his features partly obscured in the darkness, looking somewhat defeated. Valarie's gaze was cold. "What do you think?"

Seeing the anger in her eyes, Damon gave a wry smile. "I'm the one at fault."

"Good that you know," Valarie said sharply.

A silence fell between them.

Just as Valarie was about to leave in frustration, Damon suddenly said in a low voice, "Ms. Weir, Nyla doesn't want to see me. Could you help me take care of her during this time?" Valarie scoffed. "I was going to take care of her regardless. Besides, you and Nyla are no longer together. It's not your place to ask this."

With that, she turned and walked away.

The next morning, Spencer arrived with supplements and a caregiver to cook for Nyla.

Nyla refused them, but Spencer insisted that Damon had instructed him to make sure she accepted the items. If she refused, would

come personally.

Frustrated, Nyla threw the supplements into the trash right in front of Spencer.

Hoping this would make him back off, she was surprised when he brought up twice the amount of supplements and said with a smile, "I've prepared a thousand of these, all downstairs. If you like throwing them away, I can keep bringing them up."

Nyla felt like she was hitting a wall, her face growing colder. "Mr. Hogg, please tell Mr. Sumner that I don't need these things." Spencer nodded with a smile. "Ms. Jayston, I'll let him know. But you know Mr. Sumner's temper. If you refuse, he will come himself."

Nyla thought for a moment and said coldly, "Fine, I'll accept the items. You can leave now."

She had no intention of keeping the caregiver either. However, the next day, the caregiver arrived with prepared meals.

After several days of this awkward

situation, Nyla realized it was

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severely affecting her studies. She decided to stop resisting. Since someone was making meals for her,

she might as well eat them and use the time to focus on her studies.

...

The caregiver continued bringing meals for a month, showing no sign of stopping.

Finally, Nyla couldn't hold back and called Damon. "Mr. Sumner, it's been a month. You can tell Spencer and the caregiver to stop coming." There was a brief silence on the other end before Damon's deep voice came through, "I'm busy with work right now. I'll call you back later."

He hung up, and Nyla put down her phone. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to focus on her studies.

...

Damon put down his phone and looked at Nathaniel and Rebecca across from him, his expression devoid of warmth. "You can leave now," he said.

Nathaniel frowned, disbelief in his eyes. "Damon, are you really not reconsidering the cooperation?"