Trading My Ex for His Uncle

When Clark arrived, Nyla had only just woken up. Due to a mild concussion, she felt dizzy and nauseous as soon as she opened her eyes, so she kept them shut while lying down.

Sensing someone sitting beside her hospital bed, she thought it was Valarie returning with medicine.

"Valarie, I feel awful. I think I'm going to be sick..."

Seeing Nyla's furrowed brows and her pale face covered in cold sweat, Clark was heartbroken. He quickly grabbed a tissue from the nearby table and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

As Clark came closer, Nyla caught a whiff of his cologne and suddenly opened her eyes wide. When she saw that it was indeed Clark, she turned her head away and said with disgust, "Don't touch me."

Her resistance was clear in her eyes. Clark's hand froze in midair before he withdrew it and sat down. "Fine, I won't touch you. Just let me know if you need anything."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Nyla was feeling so uncomfortable at the moment that she didn't bother trying to get Clark to leave. She simply closed her eyes as if he didn't exist.

Valarie then returned with the medicine. Upon seeing Clark, she raised an eyebrow before she smirked. Mr. Sumner, you came to see Nyla. Aren't you afraid your lover will get jealous?"

Ever since Nyla had told Valarie about Clark's affair, Valarie had seen him attending numerous business events with Jordyn, who always posed as his secretary. A few times, unable to stand Jordyn's hypocrisy, Thinking of how Nyla had loved such a scoundrel for eight years made Valarie furious.

Clark's displeasure flashed in his eyes. His voice was deep as he said, "I am Nyla's husband. It's only right, for me to take care of her. As for you, Ms. Weir, if you have nothing else to do, you may I J." Valarie's expression turned mocking. "You don't seem to have the authority to command me, and I'm not comfortable leaving Nyla with you."

The two locked eyes, a cold tension filling the air, almost like an electric current passing between them.

Their

staring contest was interrupted by Nyla's cough, prompting Valarie to quickly walk to the bedside. and speak gently. "Nyla, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" "Yeah, I want some water."

Upon hearing this, Clark quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over. Valarie frowned but took the glass of water and helped Nyla take a few sips

After just a couple of sips, Nyla felt too uncomfortable to drink more.

Valarie's heart ached upon seeing Nyla in such distress and her hatred for Lucia intensified.

Although Lucia was in worse condition, suffering from multiple fractures and a concussion, it was entirely her own fault.

Once Lucia recovered, Valarie wouldn't let her off so easily!

Suddenly, Nyla's phone on the table rang.

Clark noticed the caller ID as "Uncle Damon" and squinted. Before he could react, Valarie answered the call. Clark's gaze turned Icy when he heard Damon was coming to see Nyla, and his presence seemed to Valarie noticed his unpleasant expression but ignored it, dismissing it as his usual moodiness.

Soon, Damon arrived, accompanied by Spencer holding flowers and fruits.

Valarie stood up with a smile. "Mr. Sumner, you came in person!"

Earlier, she had thought Damon was being courteous on the phone and would perhaps send a secretary

over at most.

Compared to Clark, Valarie had a much better impression of Damon. At least he didn't engage in affairs.

"I happened to be nearby," Damon said as his gaze fell on Nyla lying pale on the hospital bed. His brows furrowed involuntarily. "What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

"Mild concussion, some minor scrapes. She should be fine in a few days," Valarie answered.

Damon nodded, about to say something when a cold voice cut in.