Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 132

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
**by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 132**

A sly grin crept across the face of the other party as the conversation took a turn. “The funds will be in your account by tonight. You know exactly what to do with the report, don’t you?”

Nyla nodded, a flicker of understanding passing between them. “Don’t worry. I know the ropes when it comes to money and the expectations tied to it.”

“Always a pleasure working with you,” the other party replied, the tone dripping with a mix of satisfaction and veiled threat.

The day prior to Nyla’s release from the hospital, Pete finally mustered the courage to respond to her message.

Nyla had envisioned their meeting after her discharge, but this time they opted for the more subdued atmosphere of a café rather than the usual bar scene.

When she laid eyes on Pete, a wave of shock swept over her. Though it had been a brief interval since they last saw each other, the changes in him were stark. His left hand was encased in a cast, and a crutch leaned against the table, a testament to the injuries he had sustained.

“Mr. Monaghan… What happened to you? Is this related to the investigation?” she inquired, concern lacing her voice.

Pete lowered his gaze, handing her a small USB drive. His voice was barely above a whisper, “Ms. Jayston, this is everything I could uncover. I can’t dig any deeper; it’s too risky.”

Sensing his reluctance to delve into the details of his injuries, Nyla chose not to press further. She accepted the USB drive, her nod a silent agreement to his unspoken boundaries.

“Understood. I will arrange for your payment shortly. Thank you for your dedication during this period. I truly regret what you’ve been through,” Nyla said, her voice steady yet tinged with empathy.

Pete remained silent, his expression unreadable. He pushed himself up from the chair, adding, “Ms. Jayston, I need to take my leave now.”

Once he was gone, Pete felt a notification ping on his phone. When he checked, he discovered that Nyla had transferred him triple the amount they had initially discussed.

After a moment of internal conflict, he decided to send her a message.

Pete: [Ms. Jayston, this situation is far more complicated than you realize. I strongly advise you to cease your investigation. Cherish your peaceful life…]

Upon reading Pete’s message, Nyla pressed her lips together in contemplation.

This situation was intricately tied to Cyrus, and the Sumner family’s influence loomed large over the city. A confrontation with Cyrus would inevitably ripple through the entire Sumner clan. Once they caught wind of her actions, there would be no escape from their reach. She felt powerless against their might.

Her grip on the USB drive tightened, her knuckles paling, yet her eyes betrayed no uncertainty.

The accident had not only plunged Harris Pharmaceuticals into bankruptcy but had also claimed the lives of over twenty workers, leaving their families in despair. Meanwhile, the perpetrators reveled in lives of luxury, untouched by justice.

Suddenly, a series of firm knocks echoed through the hall, followed by the voice of a maid. “Mrs. Sumner, dinner is ready.”

Nyla hummed in acknowledgment and made her way downstairs. The dining room greeted her with a familiar sight: Clark seated at the table, a laptop open before him, engaged in a video call with one of his subordinates.

As soon as he spotted Nyla, Clark ended the call. “The meeting will conclude here. We’ll reconvene at eight tonight.”

He pushed the computer aside and focused his attention on her. “I had Michael pick you up today, but he mentioned you were discharged earlier than expected.”

Nyla nodded and took a seat across from him, her mind still swirling with thoughts of the investigation.

Before long, a maid appeared, placing a warm bowl of soup in front of her. “Mrs. Sumner, this was specially prepared by the kitchen on Mr. Sumner’s orders.”

“Thank you,” Nyla replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clark’s keen eyes caught her cold demeanor, and he frowned slightly. “Are you upset because I didn’t come to get you from the hospital?”

Nyla glanced up, her expression unreadable as she considered her response. The weight of her secret weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she felt the distance between them growing ever wider.