Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 138

**Chapter 138**

As they approached the elevator, a chill swept over Nyla’s features, transforming her warm demeanor into a mask of icy resolve. “You can go be with Jordyn. I’m heading home to rest,” she declared, her voice devoid of any warmth.

Clark’s brow furrowed in concern. “I’ll take you home. You haven’t slept a wink all night. I’m genuinely worried about you,” he replied, his tone laced with urgency.

Nyla’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, her eyes glinting with a sharp edge. “Isn’t Jordyn’s father in surgery? Shouldn’t that be where your concern lies?” she retorted, the sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Nyla, there’s no one in this world who matters more to me than you,” Clark said earnestly, his gaze steady and imploring.

She met his eyes, searching for the warmth that once resided there, but all she found was a flicker of affection that felt distant and hollow.

“Don’t say things like that. The more lies you tell, the more you end up believing them yourself,” she said firmly, her voice steady but her heart racing.

Before Clark could muster a response, a choked voice broke through the tension behind them. “Clark… my dad…” Jordyn’s voice trembled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, as if she were on the brink of collapse.

Clark turned sharply, his heart sinking at the sight of Jordyn’s tear-streaked face. His hands clenched into fists, a reflex he didn’t consciously register.

Nyla, observing his reaction with a mixture of amusement and disdain, let out a soft chuckle. As the elevator doors slid open, she stepped inside without a backward glance, her mind resolute. She had no interest in fighting over a man who had betrayed her trust.

“What’s wrong with him?” Clark asked, his voice tight with concern, turning back to Jordyn.

“The doctor said… his kidney has ruptured… H-He needs a transplant…” Jordyn sobbed, her voice quaking as the weight of her words hung heavily in the air.

Yet, witnessing the depth of Jordyn’s despair, a pang of sympathy pierced through his frustration. “I’ll see what I can do about the kidney, but I can’t promise I’ll find one,” he said, his voice softening.

Jordyn’s eyes widened in disbelief, her expression shifting from despair to hope. “Really? Thank you! Clark, I don’t know how to thank you… If you can find a kidney, you’ll be our family’s savior!” Her voice was filled with genuine gratitude, a stark contrast to Nyla’s earlier indifference.

Clark felt a swell of pride at her emotional reaction, a sense of validation that soothed his ego as a man. It almost compelled him to promise her that he would find a kidney at once. Jordyn’s heartfelt response felt more authentic compared to Nyla’s distant and cold demeanor after her own thank-you.

The more Clark pondered the situation, the more frustration bubbled within him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that, aside from his infidelity, he hadn’t done anything particularly wrong. Yet Nyla had condemned him without allowing him a chance to explain himself.

Noticing Clark’s grim expression, Jordyn lowered her gaze, falling into a contemplative silence. His lack of a direct refusal suggested there was still room for negotiation, and she felt a spark of determination ignite within her.

She resolved that Harrison would not receive the kidney. The stakes were high, and she needed to ensure that this situation pushed Nyla into despair, creating a chasm between her and Clark that would be impossible to bridge.