Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 157

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 157**

Clark’s expression darkened instantly, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “Why are you only discovering this now?!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration.

Michael, adopting an air of feigned innocence, responded, “Mr. Sumner, I intended to investigate this sooner, but you advised against it. It was only after I encountered Ms. Weir’s parents at the hospital last night while visiting a friend that I decided to delve into it again.”

As the weight of his anger began to settle, Clark realized he might have overreacted. He inhaled deeply, attempting to regain his composure. “From this point forward, ensure that you investigate these matters with utmost urgency!” he commanded, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of concern.

“Understood,” Michael replied, his voice steady.

Just as Clark was about to end the call, a troubling thought struck him. Nyla had left with Damon earlier, and he felt a surge of protectiveness. He added with a sharp edge to his voice, “Find out where Nyla and my uncle are right now.”

Michael quickly set about confirming their whereabouts.

After receiving the information that Damon had dropped Nyla off at her apartment before leaving, Clark felt a tumult of emotions wash over him—relief mingled with guilt. He had unjustly accused Nyla and confined her in the basement for an entire day, a decision that now haunted him.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he resolved to give Nyla a few days to cool off before he would attempt an apology and persuade her to return.

But then, a grim realization crossed his mind, darkening his mood once more. He immediately reached out to Michael, urgency lacing his voice, to ensure that the kidney donation was reserved for Harrison.

“Mr. Sumner, Jordyn’s father underwent surgery yesterday,” Michael informed him, his tone neutral.

Clark’s grip on the phone tightened, a wave of dread washing over him as he took a long, measured breath before responding. “Continue the search for another kidney. It needs to be located swiftly, and Nyla must remain oblivious to this situation.”

The thought of Nyla discovering that he had allocated a kidney to Jordyn’s father sent a chill down his spine; he knew she would never forgive him for such a betrayal.

After ending the call, Clark took a moment to gather his thoughts before driving out into the night.

Upon his arrival, he found Jordyn in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. Her eyes lit up in surprise at his unexpected presence. “Clarko, what brings you here?” she asked, her voice warm.

After taking a shower and having a light meal, Nyla climbed into bed, exhaustion pulling her into a deep slumber.

When she stirred awake, twilight had enveloped the room, casting shadows that danced silently across the walls.

The space was nearly pitch black, the stillness surrounding her as if the world had muted its sounds.

Nyla pressed her lips together, feeling the weight of the quiet. She reached for the bedside lamp, flicking it on. The sudden brightness flooded the room, and she squinted against the light as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Once her vision cleared, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, noticing several missed calls from Valarie. Without hesitation, she dialed back.

The call connected almost immediately. After learning that Phoebe wasn’t at the hospital, Nyla decided to visit Valarie, who had requested fried chicken.

Nyla chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Forget the fried chicken. You really shouldn’t be eating greasy food right now. I’ll bring you some soup instead.”