Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 136

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

**Chapter 136**

Harrison had always found it peculiar how some secretaries dared to speak to their employers on a first-name basis, but here he was, confronted by one who did just that.

“Clark,” he barked, his voice thick with indignation, “I may be aging, but I’m not senile! Do you honestly believe that just because the Jaystons have fallen from grace, we will stand idly by while you mistreat my daughter?”

Clark’s brow furrowed in concern. “Dad, please, you’re not in the best of health. Let me escort you back to your room so we can discuss this calmly.”

As he reached out, intending to offer support, Harrison shoved his hand away with surprising force. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on me! Return my phone immediately. I told you to summon Nyla here. You will face her and explain everything directly!”

“Dad, this is about life and death,” Clark insisted, his voice strained with urgency. “Can’t you see that you’re causing a scene?”

Harrison’s eyes narrowed, and a bitter sneer twisted his lips. “How blind I must have been to your true colors! Spare me the ‘Dad’ nonsense from now on. I will ensure that Nyla files for divorce.”

With that, he spun on his heel, striding away with a determined gait. But mere moments into his exit, his legs buckled beneath him, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Meanwhile, Nyla was jolted awake by the shrill ring of her phone piercing through the stillness of the night.

By the time she rushed to the hospital, the clock had long passed 1:00 a.m., the world outside shrouded in darkness.

“Wren, what on earth happened? Why did Dad suddenly collapse? And why is Clark here?” Her voice trembled with concern, her mind racing with possibilities.

Wren scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “You should direct that question at him. He was just caught in a compromising position, hugging and comforting that woman right in front of your father.”

Nyla felt a pang of regret wash over her. Had she known it would lead to this, she would have kept her father indoors, away from the night air that seemed to have triggered this crisis.

She had repeatedly warned Clark that Harrison’s health couldn’t withstand any further strain, but it was evident he had never taken her concerns to heart. Ultimately, it was his indifference that had brought them to this moment.

Clark began, his tone earnest, “I’ve told you I won’t divorce you. And don’t forget about the kidney donation—”

Before he could finish, Wren interjected, his curiosity piqued. “What kidney donation? Nyla, has a kidney been found for your father?”

Nyla’s hands balled into fists at her sides, her heart racing at the glimmer of hope in Wren’s eyes. Pressing her lips together, she finally managed to reply, “He said they found one.”

Clark’s voice turned grave. “Nyla, remember that I’m helping find a kidney for your father because you’re my wife and he’s my father-in-law. If you decide to divorce me, that kidney will be given to someone else.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.