Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 201

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
**by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 201**

Cyrus was, after all, the elder brother of Damon. The mere thought of this connection sent a shiver down Nyla’s spine. If Damon ever learned of her inquiries regarding Cyrus, the likelihood of him offering her any assistance would plummet. The weight of this realization pressed heavily upon her, and she felt a swirl of confusion.

After a fruitless period of contemplation, she resolved to set aside her worries for the moment. Instead, she would seek a chance to confront Damon directly, to glean the truth from him when the moment was right.

The following morning, Nyla found herself at the hospital, her heart heavy with concern as she prepared to visit Clark. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the soft beeping of machines that monitored the patients. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door to the ward, and her gaze fell upon a scene that made her pause. Jordyn was perched on the edge of Clark’s bed, a bowl of steaming chicken soup in hand, the kind of domestic scene that felt jarringly intimate.

“Looks like I’m interrupting,” Nyla remarked, her voice flat, as she tried to mask the tumult of emotions roiling inside her.

Jordyn’s eyes sparked with a subtle challenge, yet she quickly placed the bowl down, rising from her seat with an awkward smile. “No, no. Since you’re here, I’ll take my leave. I’ll come back to check on Clark after you’re done…” Her voice trailed off, but the tension hung thick in the air.

Before Nyla could respond, Clark’s voice cut through the silence. “Jordyn, please step outside. I need to talk to her.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Jordyn nodded, her expression shifting to one of reluctant acceptance. “Alright. I’ll be right outside. Call me if you need anything.” As she brushed past Nyla, she leaned in slightly, her voice barely a whisper. “Nyla, you won’t win against me.”

Nyla offered a small, disarming smile. “Don’t worry. Competing with you has never been on my agenda.” The thought of a man who had betrayed her being cherished by someone like Jordyn felt absurd.

Once Jordyn had exited, the room settled into a heavy silence, the kind that amplifies the unspoken words lingering in the air.

After what felt like an eternity, Clark finally broke the stillness, his voice detached. “Nyla, I know you didn’t want to come here. You have your work, your life. From now on, Jordyn can take care of me.”

A frown creased Nyla’s brow. If it hadn’t been for Clark’s reckless decision to save her, he wouldn’t be lying there injured. The thought of Cindy twisting the narrative to her advantage loomed over her like a dark cloud, compelling her to be present, to fulfill her role as his wife.

Nyla couldn’t help but scoff. “Heartless? Perhaps you should ask your father why he resorted to such underhanded tactics against Harris Pharmaceuticals.”

“I understand this is difficult for you to accept, but we can’t rewind time. What matters most for you and your father is compensation. I can continue searching for a kidney donor for him. He’ll recover and be discharged soon.”

Clark’s tone softened, as if trying to appeal to her better nature. “Then I’ll provide him with some funds to start anew. Maybe he can establish another Harris Pharmaceuticals. Handing over evidence to the police will only lead to mutual destruction. You won’t see a penny of that compensation,” he coaxed, his eyes pleading.

“Clark, you’ve dangled the kidney donation over my head so many times, only to give it to someone else in the end. As for compensation, I don’t need it!” Nyla snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Clark’s gaze held a hint of resignation as he replied, “Nyla, perhaps I’ve shielded you too well over the years, which is why you remain so naive.”