Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 142

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 142**

Clark had recently navigated a tumultuous sea of challenges with the Sumner Group, and as the CEO, he felt the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. Every decision he made was a ripple in the vast ocean of corporate dynamics, and he had to keep his focus sharp on the matters at hand.

Nyla, however, stood there with an air of quiet resilience. She lowered her gaze, her voice soft yet steady, “I don’t really want anything. It’s okay if you don’t get me a gift.” The words seemed to hang in the air, a gentle refusal wrapped in sincerity.

Clark’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “Then I’ll just get what I had in mind,” he replied, a hint of determination lacing his tone.

“Alright,” Nyla conceded, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were surrendering to an unseen force.

A heavy silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Clark’s eyes lingered on her, searching for the familiar warmth in her gaze that used to accompany his business trips. He longed for her to tell him to take care, to express concern as she once did, but she remained silent, her eyes cast down as if avoiding his gaze altogether.

Gradually, he began to relinquish the hope that she would break the silence. “I still have some work to finish. Get some rest early,” he stated, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

With those words, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Nyla standing there, a mixture of emotions swirling within her.

Once ensconced in his study, Clark had barely settled into his chair when a call from Michael disrupted the quiet.

“Mr. Sumner, I checked, and Ms. Cheatham’s father does indeed need a kidney transplant. However, there isn’t a suitable donor yet, so he’s still in the ICU,” Michael relayed, his voice steady yet filled with urgency.

Clark’s mind raced as he absorbed the information. “I understand. Have someone look for a kidney donation,” he instructed, his tone resolute.

“Okay,” Michael replied, the line going silent.

After hanging up, Clark’s thoughts spiraled. He contemplated the gravity of the situation and, after a moment’s deliberation, decided to reserve the kidney for Harrison. In the tangled web of his emotions, it became clear: Nyla was far more important to him than any corporate obligation.

The following morning, as Nyla stepped into the company, she was unexpectedly intercepted by Jacqueline.

She forced a smile, though it felt like a mask. “Ms. Jayston, Mr. Sumner is your uncle, and he stood up for you at the banquet. If you’re willing to persuade him, he’ll definitely agree.”

Nyla couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the irony. Jacqueline, who had once schemed against her, was now standing here, seeking her aid as if she had forgotten their past. Was she truly trying to treat her like a fool?

“I don’t think our relationship is close enough for me to speak on your behalf to Mr. Sumner. Isn’t Ms. Hulle your good friend? Instead of wasting time with me, you should ask her. She’ll definitely be able to assist you,” Nyla replied, brushing past Jacqueline with a sense of finality.

Jacqueline watched Nyla’s retreating figure, a storm of humiliation and anger brewing within her. She had humbled herself to plead, only to be dismissed so coldly.

That bitch!

Once Gen Pharma and the Rainford Group weathered this storm, she vowed to make Nyla pay for this slight.

In a nearby parked Maybach, Damon’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Warn the Rainfords to stop harassing Nyla. Otherwise, they’ll face the consequences.” His tone was icy, a promise of retribution hanging in the air.