Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 202

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 202**

**Chapter 202**

“Listen closely, because this is crucial,” Clark began, his tone clipped and serious. “Only what you can actually obtain holds any real significance. Do you grasp that? This world is rife with injustices. Not everyone is granted an apology, nor does everyone find justice. Justice is not synonymous with truth—it is aligned with power.” His voice carried a weight that seemed to hang in the air between them.

Nyla met his gaze with a chill in her eyes, her heart racing with indignation. “So, what you’re saying is that I should simply accept your so-called compensation, as if it were some act of charity, and pretend that nothing ever transpired? Is that your solution?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, masking the turmoil within her.

“I sincerely hope you can comprehend what truly matters to you at this moment,” Clark continued, his expression hardening. “You need to be realistic. Chasing after fairness is a futile endeavor; it holds little genuine value in this world.” His words were laced with a mixture of frustration and a hint of pity.

Nyla inhaled deeply, her resolve strengthening. “As long as I believe it holds significance, that is more than enough for me,” she replied, determination radiating from her every word.

Clark’s eyes darkened further, a storm brewing behind them. “So, you are resolute in your decision to turn that evidence over to the police, regardless of the consequences?” His voice was low, almost a growl, as if daring her to stand firm.

“I told you, I need time to think,” Nyla reiterated, her tone unwavering, though the uncertainty gnawed at her.

At that moment, the warmth in Clark’s demeanor vanished entirely, leaving behind an icy void. He regarded her with a blank expression, devoid of any emotion. “Understood. You may leave now,” he stated flatly.

The sight of him like this sent a shiver down Nyla’s spine, an unsettling feeling creeping in.

“Take care of yourself,” she said softly, her heart aching. “If you ever find yourself unable to stand on your own in the future, I promise I will be there for you.” Her words were sincere, a flicker of compassion amidst the tension.

Clark remained silent, his face as unyielding as stone.

Nyla chose not to say anything further as she walked out of the room, the weight of their conversation heavy on her shoulders.

Once she slid into the car, she sat in silence, her mind racing. After a moment of contemplation, she resolved to call Valarie and arrange a meeting. She needed to talk to someone who understood.

In the ward…

Clark stared out the window, the world outside a blur as he lost himself in thought. After a few moments, he picked up his phone and dialed Cyrus. “Dad, let’s move forward with what you suggested,” he said, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

When he ended the call, he felt a rush of relief mixed with dread, as if he had crossed an invisible line. He knew that waiting any longer would only lead to regret.

This incident had made it painfully clear to him: Nyla had no feelings for him. It was time to stop hesitating.

Meanwhile, Valarie sat in the restaurant they had agreed upon, glancing at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. An hour had passed, and still, there was no sign of Nyla.

Growing anxious, she dialed Nyla’s number, only to be met with the disheartening sound of a disconnected line.

A frown creased Valarie’s brow, a sense of foreboding wrapping around her like a heavy cloak. Nyla wouldn’t have turned off her phone while on her way.

As the minutes ticked by, Valarie made several more attempts to reach her friend, each call going straight to voicemail. A knot of fear tightened in her stomach as the realization dawned on her: something might have happened to Nyla.

Just as she was about to dial the police, she recalled that she would need to wait a full 24 hours before reporting someone missing.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to reach out to Damon instead.

Given that Damon had previously asked her about something Nyla needed, she figured he might be more effective in locating her than Clark would be.

As soon as the call connected, Valarie spoke urgently, “Mr. Summer, Nyla was supposed to meet me earlier. I’ve been waiting for over an hour, and she hasn’t shown up. Could you have your team help look for her?”