Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 141

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 141**

Nyla’s eyes widened, a spark of curiosity igniting within her. “What kind of surprise are we talking about here?” she inquired, her voice laced with anticipation.

Valarie shot her a playful glance, a smile dancing on her lips. “If I spill the beans now, it won’t be a surprise anymore, will it?” she teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“Alright then,” Nyla relented, a hint of a smile tugging at her own lips.

After they had wrapped up their shopping spree, the two friends were making their way out of the bustling mall when they unexpectedly crossed paths with Jordyn and Cindy. The pair was laden with shopping bags, their arms straining under the weight of their purchases.

Cindy’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusatory. “What on earth are you doing out shopping at this hour? Shouldn’t you be at home? That dress you’re clutching—there’s no way you could afford it even if you slaved away for an entire year! My son works tirelessly for his money, and what do you do? Just squander it all!” Her words dripped with disdain as she glared at Nyla, her eyes practically smoldering with anger.

Valarie, caught off guard by the intensity of Cindy’s outburst, felt a surge of indignation rising within her. She opened her mouth to deliver a retort, but Nyla’s calm voice intervened. “Mrs. Sumner, it seems that the funds you and Ms. Cheatham are indulging in also originate from Clark. While I understand your right to spend his money, I believe I have every right to reclaim any funds that Ms. Cheatham has used.”

Cindy and Jordyn exchanged offended glances, their expressions shifting to one of disbelief.

“Nyla, I have no qualms about spending money on Jordyn. If you had a child, I would gladly spend on you too!” Cindy scoffed, her tone dripping with condescension.

Nyla met her gaze with an unyielding smile, her composure unwavering. “Since Ms. Cheatham is so fond of children, perhaps she should consider having more. Otherwise, the Sumner legacy might just fade away without an heir.”

Cindy’s face flushed with fury, her lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn’t anticipated Nyla’s audacity, especially in such a public setting.

“You!” she sputtered, her voice trembling with rage. “Apologize this instant, or I will call Clark to come and remind you of the Sumner family rules himself!”

Nyla arched an eyebrow, her expression unfazed. “Oh? Are we talking about the Sumner rules that allow a husband to engage in an affair and father a child outside of marriage, while the mother-in-law shamelessly shops with the mistress and mocks the legitimate spouse?”

Cindy’s eyes widened in shock. “I never thought you could be so sharp-tongued. Had I known this was your true nature, I would have never allowed Clark to marry you!” she hissed, her voice low and venomous.

“Mrs. Sumner, revisiting past grievances will not serve you well. It merely highlights your current impotence against me,” Nyla replied, her tone flat and unwavering.

Cindy’s fury was palpable; she felt as though she might faint from the sheer intensity of her rage. Each word Nyla uttered was like a dagger, driving deeper into her pride, and she yearned to silence her once and for all.

Just as she finished drying her hair, a soft knock broke the stillness of the room.

She opened the door to find Clark standing there, his expression serious. “I heard about what transpired tonight from my mom. I promise it won’t happen again,” he said, his voice steady but lacking warmth.

It was evident that Cindy had wasted no time in complaining to him.

Nyla nodded, her demeanor cool. “Understood. If that’s all, I’m heading to bed.”

Clark’s eyes dimmed at her icy response, a shadow of disappointment flickering across his features.

After a moment of silence, he spoke quietly, “I’ll be leaving for a business trip tomorrow, so I might not make it back in time for your birthday. Let me know what you’d like as a gift, and I’ll make sure it’s ready in advance.”

In the past, no matter how hectic his schedule had been, he always carved out time to be with Nyla on her special day.