Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 198

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

“Dad, Mom, it’s getting late,” Clark said, his voice a mixture of concern and fatigue. “Nyla can stay here with me. You should head home and get some rest. Come back tomorrow morning.”

Cindy, initially reluctant to leave her son in a vulnerable state, hesitated. She had wanted to remain by his side, tending to his needs, but the realization that his condition stemmed from Nyla’s actions shifted her perspective. With a reluctant sigh, she nodded in agreement. “Alright. I’ll come back tomorrow,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation.

Once they departed, Nyla turned to Damon, her expression earnest. “Uncle Damon, thank you for everything today. You should go home and rest now. Let me walk you out.”

Damon’s frown deepened, his demeanor shifting to a more serious tone. “You’re exhausted too, Nyla. I’ll arrange for a caregiver to come soon. I’ll take you home.”

“No,” Nyla replied firmly, her determination evident. “I’ll stay here to take care of him tonight.”

Damon studied her for a moment, recognizing the stubborn resolve in her eyes. After a brief silence, he relented, nodding in acquiescence. “Alright,” he conceded, his voice softening slightly.

He turned to leave, and Nyla rose to accompany him to the door. As she watched him go, she felt a mix of gratitude and concern.

When she returned to Clark’s bedside, she noticed a subtle shift in his expression. Although she pretended not to see it, her heart raced with unspoken questions.

After a prolonged silence, Clark finally broke the tension. “Nyla, can you stop being so cold toward me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nyla met his gaze with calm composure. “Clark, I appreciate what you did, truly. But things can’t just revert to how they were before.”

His face fell, and he forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You still want a divorce, don’t you?”

Nyla nodded, her heart heavy. “Yes. I’m not abandoning the idea of divorce, but I will take care of you until you recover.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” Clark replied, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone.

“After discovering your infidelity and what your father did to my family, how can I simply ignore everything and stay with you?” Nyla challenged, her voice steady yet laced with hurt.

Clark lowered his gaze, his face as pale as a ghost. He had hoped that saving her would soften her heart, but he was mistaken. She had always been indifferent to those she didn’t care about, and the realization stung.

As the night dragged on, he closed his eyes, but sleep eluded him, leaving him to wrestle with his thoughts.

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The following morning, Cindy arrived, a steaming bowl of chicken soup in hand.

Nyla snapped back to reality, her thoughts swirling. After a brief hesitation, she replied, “Uncle Damon, I still feel that this incident wasn’t an accident.”

Damon regarded her intently. Her hair was disheveled, her complexion pale, and her eyes bore the weight of exhaustion, yet there was a fire of determination within her gaze that stirred his sympathy.

“You’re exhausted. Go home, take a shower, and get some rest. Leave the rest to me. Don’t think about it for now,” he coaxed, his voice soothing.

Nyla bit her lip, a lump forming in her throat. “Uncle Damon, you don’t believe me, do you?”

“I do believe you, but right now, the most important thing is for you to rest,” he reassured, his expression serious and sincere.

For reasons she couldn’t quite articulate, Nyla felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She looked away, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

“Thank you, Uncle Damon,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

After the accident, she had felt adrift and powerless, but Damon’s unwavering belief in her provided a flicker of hope. It was the first time she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Even if she was unsure of herself, Damon was willing to stand by her side.

“Go home and rest. Don’t worry about anything else for now. There will be a solution,” Damon comforted, his voice a steady anchor in her stormy world.