Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Can't she just take me with her?" Mason asked.

Damon hesitated. The kid was too smart for his own good.noveldrama

"If you go with Mommy, what about me? I'd be all alone in this big house. Would

you really leave me here by myself?" Damon asked.

"You still have Lydia and everyone else," Mason answered.

"But they're not the same as you and Mommy. You and Mommy are the most important people to me," Damon explained.

Mason thought for a moment. "Then why don't you come with us?"

Damon sighed. "I can't. I have to run the company. If I leave, thousands of people

will lose their jobs. Would you want all those families to go hungry?"

"I don't... but I don't want Mommy to leave either," Mason replied.

"I don't want her to leave either. But she has to. So why don't you stay here with me and wait for her to return, okay?" Damon asked.

Mason wanted to refuse, but seeing his father's sad expression, he couldn't bring himself to say no.

Although Mason was more mature than other kids his age, he wasn't perceptive enough to realize Damon was guilt-tripping him into agreeing.

Noticing Mason's silence, Damon quickly changed the subject. "Let's not think about that for now. You should eat something first."

Lydia had been keeping the food warm.

The moment Damon brought Mason to the dining table, she immediately served the dishes along with a bowl of chicken soup.

Mason hadn't felt hungry before, but as soon as the aroma of the food hit him, his stomach growled.

Damon set him down in a chair and sat beside him. "Go on, eat."

Mason hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up his spoon and began eating.

Half an hour later, after finishing his meal, Damon carried him to the living room couch.

"Buddy, I'm going to call Mommy down now, okay?" Damon asked.

Mason turned his head away, clearly still upset.

Damon ruffled his hair gently. "Mommy is leaving soon. Let's not waste the little time we have left by being mad, okay?"

After a long silence, Mason finally nodded. "Okay."

"I'll go get her." Damon quickly headed upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

The moment Nyla saw him, she jumped up from her chair. "How is Buddy? Did he come out?"

"Yeah, he ate dinner and is waiting in the living room. You should go down," Damon replied.

"Okay." She hurried downstairs, reaching the living room in under a minute.

Sitting beside Mason, she spoke softly. "Buddy"

Before she could finish, Mason threw

"Momself into her arms. "Mommy, I really don't want voel.ne

leave. Can't you stay with me and Daddy?"

Nyla's heart clenched, her eyes stinging.

She gently stroked his hair and whispered, "don't want to leave you and Daddy either, but I have to. Buddy, while I'm gone, you have to listen to Daddy, okay? I'll call and

video chat with you as often as I can."

"Okay..." Mason reluctantly agreed.

For the next day and a half, Mason clung to Nyla, refusing to leave her side. Even

at night, he insisted on sleeping with her.

Damon barely had a chance to spend time alone with her he had to wait until Mason fell asleep.

Soon, the day of Nyla's departure arrived.

After finishing her packing, she called Lydia into her room.

"Lydia, I might be gone for a long time. While I'm away, please help me take care

of Buddy and Damon.

"Damon has a weak stomach-make

sure he eats on time. And as for

Buddy. if you have time, please

spend more time with him. I'd really appreciate it," she requested