Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 

Nyla met Clark’s cold gaze. With a scoff, she snatched the flowers and supplements from his hands, tossing them into the trash can. 

Spencer’s eyes widened with shock, quickly shifting to anger. “Ms. Jayston, how could you do that? Mr. Damon came to see you, and you-” 

Before he could finish, Damon had already turned and left, his presence so chilling that it sent shivers down one’s spine. 

Spencer, struggling to control his frustration, hurried to catch up with Damon. 

“Mr. Sumner, are we just going to leave like this?” Spencer asked. 

The situation felt unbearably humiliating. After all, Damon had helped Nyla numerous times before, but she had repaid his kindness with disdain. 

“What else? Storm into the room and demand an explanation?” Damon 

retorted. 

He wasn’t the type to grovel. Plenty of women wanted to be with him- he didn’t need her specifically. 

Sensing the frostiness in Damon’s gaze, Spencer felt a chill rise from his feet and dared not speak further. Damon was clearly in a foul mood, and it was best to remain silent. 

Back in the hospital room, Nyla glared at Clark. “Are you satisfied now?” 

Clark smiled and spoke slowly. “Nyla, I’m doing this for your own good. This will prevent any further advances from my uncle. Otherwise, you’ll be the one who gets hurt in the end.” 

Nyla’s expression turned mocking. “For my ow: good, or just to control 

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me? You know the answer.” 

“Nyla, do you have to misunderstand me like this?” Clark asked. 

“I don’t want to see you. Get out!” Nyla snapped. 

Clark’s gaze darkened as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. ” Nyla, I don’t like this attitude of yours.” 

She shook him off, her eyes filled with disgust. “If you prefer someone gentle, go find Jordyn. I never asked you to be here.” 

Clark’s expression grew colder. Just as he was about to speak, the door opened. 

A nurse entered with an IV drip and said, “Ms. Jayston, it’s time for your 

IV.” 

Suppressing his anger, Clark softened his tone. “Nyla, take care of yourself. I’ll come pick you up tonight.” 

Nyla didn’t spare him a glance, her expression showing annoyance. 

After Clark left, she immediately threw the breakfast into the trash can. 

Seeing the flowers and supplements on the floor, the nurse looked surprised. “Ms. Jayston, these flowers and supplements…” 

“They fell on the floor accidentally,” Nyla said. 

The nurse offered, “I can pick them up for you-” 

“No need,” Nyla interrupted, pausing before adding, “Please throw them.