Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 80

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

Clark sat at the breakfast table, a storm of frustration brewing within him. He watched Nyla as she gracefully finished her meal, her movements calm and unhurried, completely unaware of the turmoil swirling in his mind. As she stood up and walked away, her figure disappearing into the distance, he felt a surge of anger rise within him. In a fit of exasperation, he slammed his fork and knife down onto the table with a loud clatter, causing Patricia, who was seated nearby, to jump in surprise.

“Mr. Sumner, is the breakfast not to your liking?” Patricia inquired, her voice tinged with concern.

Without a word, Clark pushed himself away from the table, his expression as hard as granite. He rose abruptly, leaving Patricia with her question hanging in the air, unanswered.

Once outside, he slid into the driver’s seat of his car, the cool leather contrasting sharply with the heat of his frustration. Just as he settled in, his phone buzzed, and he saw Cindy’s name flashing on the screen. A frown creased his brow as he answered the call. “Mom, what’s the matter so early in the morning?”

“Clark, did you know Nyla can’t have children?!” Cindy’s voice was sharp, filled with urgency.

His heart sank, and a coldness enveloped him like a chilling fog. “Did Jordyn tell you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Never mind who told me. If it’s true, you need to divorce her immediately!” Cindy’s insistence was relentless.

Clark felt his gaze harden, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “Mom, this is between Nyla and me. You don’t get to make decisions about our lives. And I don’t want anyone else in the Sumners to know about this. If it leaks out, it won’t benefit me at all. I hope you can understand that.”

Cindy’s frustration boiled over. “I wouldn’t want to tell anyone! Your aunt is always complaining about Nyla not having kids. If she finds out Nyla can’t have children, she’ll mock me behind my back!”

“Just pretend you don’t know. How we handle this is our business,” Clark replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Cindy’s anger flared even more at his dismissive attitude. She was trying to help him, yet he was shutting her out entirely. “Fine! If you don’t want me involved, I won’t interfere! But don’t come crying to me if you regret it later!” With that, she hung up, leaving Clark staring at the phone, his expression still icy.

As he drove away, he made a beeline for Jordyn’s place, the weight of the conversation weighing heavily on his mind.

Meanwhile, Nyla had parked her car outside her office building, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the day ahead. As she stepped into the elevator, she spotted Erin, who was juggling a file in one hand and a food container in the other, her smile bright and welcoming.

Nyla’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned back, but the elevator doors were already sliding shut, cutting off her chance for further inquiry.

As she walked towards the lab, Erin’s words echoed in her mind. Was Erin trying to warn her, or did she already know about Clark’s possible infidelity? The thoughts swirled, but Nyla quickly brushed them aside. Her focus was singular and unwavering—she was determined to uncover the truth behind the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident from six years ago. Everything else felt like a distraction, irrelevant to her purpose.

Once inside the lab, she dove headfirst into her work, her mind racing with calculations and hypotheses. For many, the meticulous nature of experiments might seem tedious, but for Nyla, it was a sanctuary. There was a clarity in science, a simplicity that eluded the complexities of human relationships. Experiments yielded only two results—success or failure—while people introduced an overwhelming number of variables, where even the slightest misstep could lead to unintentional offense.

Meanwhile, in Damon’s office, he sat engrossed in documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. Without lifting his gaze, he instructed, “Ms. Hulle, just leave the files on the desk. I’ll review them when I’m free.”

Erin hesitated, then ventured, “Mr. Damon, I ran into Ms. Nyla downstairs. She seems unaware of Mr. Clark’s affair.”

Damon’s frown deepened as he looked up, his expression cold and unyielding. “Ms. Hulle, this doesn’t concern you, does it?”

Erin felt a chill run down her spine at the frostiness of his tone. Her suspicions had been confirmed. “Mr. Damon, does Ms. Nyla know you like her?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the question hanging heavily in the air.