Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 197

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

Nyla’s voice was tinged with a blend of fear and conviction as she proposed, “I can’t shake the feeling that he aimed the van at me on purpose. This doesn’t seem like it was just a random accident.”

The two officers exchanged a significant glance, their expressions shifting into one of contemplation. Finally, one of them turned to her, his tone measured. “That’s a possibility we can’t dismiss outright, but we’re going to need to await the results of the investigation. From what we currently understand, the most probable cause appears to be drunk driving. Have you had any recent disagreements or issues with anyone?”

Nyla paused, her mind racing through the faces of people she interacted with, but ultimately she shook her head. “Not that I can recall,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with uncertainty.

“Alright, understood. We’ll delve deeper into that possibility,” the officer assured her. “If anything else comes to mind, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

“Thank you,” Nyla murmured, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation.

Once the officers departed, Nyla found herself trapped in a loop of thoughts, replaying the harrowing scene of the van barreling toward her.

Could this truly have been an accident? But who in their right mind would drink so early in the morning?

After what felt like an eternity waiting outside the ward, and having confirmed that Clark’s condition was stable, Damon felt an urge to take Nyla home so she could rest.

Yet, she resolutely refused, her eyes reflecting a fierce determination. “I’m not tired. I want to stay here and wait for him to wake up.”

Clark had sacrificed so much for her, losing his legs in the process. There was no way she could even entertain the thought of resting now.

Damon frowned, his voice taking on a colder edge. “You’re in no shape to remain here. I’ll arrange for someone to guard the ward door and notify you as soon as he wakes.”

“No. I can manage just fine,” Nyla insisted, her tone firm, yet there was a hint of vulnerability beneath her bravado.

Seeing her distant, detached expression caused Damon’s heart to ache. He crouched down to meet her gaze, speaking with a firmness that brooked no argument. “Even if you stay here, you won’t be able to do anything. You should go back—”

Nyla interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly. “Uncle Damon, Clark lost his legs saving me. Even if I went home, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I’m feeling so unsettled right now… Can you please let me stay here quietly for a little while?”

Damon was silent for a few moments, weighing her words, before he finally relented. “Alright. I’ll stay here with you.”

With that, Damon settled beside her, the familiar scent of pine surrounding him as Nyla leaned against the cold, sterile wall of the hospital. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in a tumult of thoughts and emotions.

A flicker of worry crossed Clark’s face as he noticed the bloodstains on her clothes. “Are you injured? Why is there so much blood on your clothes?”

“All the blood is from you. I’m not hurt,” Nyla reassured him, her heart swelling with relief as she watched him visibly relax. “That’s good,” he murmured, a hint of gratitude in his voice.

Noticing Damon standing beside Nyla, Clark turned his attention to him. “Uncle Damon, thank you for coming to see me. I know you’re busy with work, so you don’t need to stay.”

Damon’s expression remained neutral, betraying nothing. “It’s fine. I’ll take her home later.”

Clark’s already pale face darkened with concern. “Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. I’ll arrange for someone to take her home. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Before Damon could respond, Cindy’s sneer cut through the air like a sharp blade. “Damon, even though Clark is bedridden, Cyrus and I are here. It’s not your place to interfere in our family matters.”

“Are you really sure you want to argue in a hospital room?” Damon’s gaze was devoid of warmth, a chilling reminder of the tension that lingered in the air.

Cindy gritted her teeth, her anger palpable. Considering Clark’s fragile state, she held her tongue, but her resentment simmered just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to erupt.