Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Nyla pursed her lips and nodded. "Alright."

She and Damon returned to the hospital room, where Mason was already awake.

Upon seeing Damon follow Nyla in, Mason's eyes brightened momentarily before he turned his head away, acting indifferent.

Damon approached the bedside and sat down, his expression serious. "How are you feeling today? Does your arm still hurt?" Mason huffed. "It's none of your business!"

Accustomed to Mason's attitude, Damon remained calm. Instead of getting upset, he reached out and ruffled Mason's hair.

"Hey, don't touch me!" Mason dodged his hand, looking annoyed.

Watching Mason reveal this childish side to Damon made Nyla feel bittersweet.

Perhaps because Mason had never had a father figure in his life, he always acted so mature around her, never letting himself behave like this.

Damon raised an eyebrow and tried to pat Mason's head again. "If you don't want me to, I will.”

Mason scowled. "Are you really that bored? Why are you picking on a kid? You don't even act like an adult!

Nyla was surprised too-she had never seen Damon behave so playfully.

Damon seemed briefly thrown off by his actions. A hint of embarrassment flickered in his eyes before he returned to his usual composed self.

He had a partnership meeting that afternoon, so he didn't stay long. Rising to his feet, he said, "I'll come see you tomorrow, Buddy." Mason ignored him, maintaining an indifferent front. Yet, his eyes lingered on Damon, betraying a reluctance to see him go.

Noticing this, Damon couldn't help but smile slightly.

He then glanced at Nyla. "I'm heading out now."

For the following week, Nyla stayed at the hospital with Mason. Once his other minor injuries had healed sufficiently, the doctor cleared him for discharge.

"Ms. Kinsey, although he's leaving the hospital, you'll still need to be careful at home. Come back in a month so we can check on how the bones are healing. If everything looks good, we'll remove the cast then," the doctor instructed.

Nyla nodded, listening attentively to the doctor's advice.

After collecting the medication, she took Mason's hand and walked out of the hospital.

Damon had already arranged for a driver to wait at the entrance.

Just as Nyla helped Mason into the car, an excited voice called out from behind. "Nyla, you're really alive!"

Even after five years, Nýla immediately recognized the voice as Clark's.

Her grip on the car door tightened slightly.

With a neutral expression, she turned to face him. "I don't think we're the kind of people who greet each other anymore. If we run into each other in the future, please just

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Clark's excited expression faltered at her cold indifference, leaving him flustered.

Nyla looked almost the same as she had five years ago, but the hatred in her eyes, was unmistakable. He took a few hesitant steps forward, stopping when he noticed the wary

look on her face.

"Nyla, I know I wronged you before. When I heard about your accident five years ago, I regretted it deeply. If I hadn't cheated, we wouldn't have-"

"Enough!" Nyla interrupted coldly. "I don't want to hear you reminisce about the past. It

means nothing to me now. My life is great, and I hope you won't disturb me again.”

With that, she got into the car and instructed the driver to leave.

Clark watched as the car drove away, his hands clenching at his sides. He had missed her once he couldn't afford to miss her again.