Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The room fell into silence.

Damon paused, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

He had been raised with an elite education, where practicality and benefit always came before freedom and happiness. Every decision he made was driven by gain.

Emotions had never held much weight for him. He had never considered whether he was happy.

When Nyla told him that the most important thing was for Mason to grow up freely and happily, something in his heart stirred.

Amid the silence, Damon's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that it was Erin, he subtly furrowed his brow and stood to leave the room.

As he walked out, the oppressive atmosphere in the room lifted.

When he returned after the call, Mason had finished his soup, and Nyla was tidying up.

Watching her graceful profile, Damon pressed his lips together and said inNôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

a low voice, "I have a meeting at the company later. I'll come back to see Buddy tomorrow."

- Nyla hummed.

Her indifferent attitude didn't bother Damon. He turned and left quickly.

The next morning, Luca brought breakfast for Nyla and Mason.

"Mr. Fleming, it's a long way from the company for you to come here. You don't need to bring meals anymore. I can just grab something at the hospital entrance," Nyla told him.

Luca hesitated slightly. "Let me check with Mr. Sumner first."

"No need. I'll talk to him when he comes to see Buddy," Nyla replied.

Luca nodded. "Alright."

After Nyla and Mason finished breakfast, she tidied up and began dealing with lab matters on her phone.

After more than two hours of work, she finally wrapped things up.

Looking up, she noticed Mason glancing toward the door every now and then.

Nyla paused, lowering her gaze without a word. She understood that, despite Mason's attempts to hide it, admiration flickered in his eyes whenever he looked at Damon. At just five years old, Mason had never met his father, and it was only

natural for him to feel dra was only

After a moment of reflection, Nyla made up her mind.

When Damon arrived, Mason was napping.

Nyla lowered her voice. "I need to talk to you."

Damon looked surprised. "About what?"

"Let's talk outside," she suggested.

to him.

Once they were outside the room, Nyla's expression remained neutral.

"Mr. Sumner, we should try to get along during this time. Even if we disagree, let's avoid arguing in front of Buddy. I don't want to cause him any emotional distress," she said.

Damon stared at her in silence, seemingly lost in thought.

Nyla frowned at his lack of response. "Mr. Sumner, are you listening to me?"

"Mm, I understand," Damon finally said.

Nyla hadn't expected him to agree so easily and was caught off guard. She had prepared

a long list of reasons to convince him, but it seemed they weren't needed after all.

"That's all I wanted to say," she muttered, turning to return to the room.

Before she could leave, Damon spoke up. “Luca mentioned that you asked him to stop bringing meals?"

"Yes. I can just grab something from

around the hospital," Nyla replied, only now recalling the matter. "I'm not comfortable with you eating outside food," Damon said, his tone firm. And I realize it's a burden for Luca to keep running between the company and the hospital Starting tomorrow, I'll have a housekeeper bring meals every day."

“That's unnecessary. The food nearby is fine," Nyla insisted.

Damon's expression didn't change, his eyes resolute. "Ms. Kinsey, I have my principles, and I don't intend to argue over something this minor."

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