Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 

+25 BONUS 

Clark smirked, his voice void of emotion. “How pitiful. He must hate the person who ruined his family and left him destitute.” 

Michael shuddered at the coldness in Clark’s voice. 

“Mr. Sumner, should we get him out?” Michael asked. 

“Of course. I want to see him within three days,” Clark replied. 

Michael hesitated. He wanted to dissuade him but remained silent, knowing it would be pointless. 

He hung up with a sigh, contemplating the possibility of finding a new job. Clark’s current demands could be disastrous if they were 

discovered. 

Nyla remained in her room until dinner. 

After eating silently, she quickly retreated upstairs, eager to avoid lingering. 

Clark watched her departure with a dark, unsettling expression. 

As Patricia cleared the table, she said, “Mr. Sumner, silent treatments are harmful. Women need to be comforted.” 

Clark frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. “I know.” 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to comfort Nyla, but she wouldn’t give him a chance. Moreover, he still didn’t fully understand what had transpired that day. Even if he wanted to comfort her, he wasn’t sure how. 

Noting Clark’s grim expression, Patricia realized he wasn’t listening, sighed, and returned to the kitchen. 

Chapter 163 

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Back in his study, Clark struggled to concentrate on his documents, his thoughts drifting to Nyla’s swollen face and bandaged hand. He called Patricia and asked her to bring some antiseptic ointment to Nyla. 

Patricia smiled. “Mr. Sumner, it would be more effective if you took it to her yourself.” 

Just as Clark was about to respond, his phone rang. 

After a brief conversation, his face darkened, radiating a chilling intensity. He spoke coldly. “If he can’t control his lower body, there’s no need for him to keep it.” 

After ending the call, Clark turned to Patricia and said, “Bring me the ointment. I’ll go see her.” 

Reflecting on Nyla’s near assault earlier that day while he was with Jordyn for her check–up, Clark felt a pang of guilt. She must have been so disappointed to see him at the hospital. 

With the ointment in hand, Clark hesitated at Nyla’s bedroom door, 

unsure whether to knock. 

Inside, Nyla was debating whether to call Damon to thank him. Just as she decided to dial, there was a knock at the door. 

Setting her phone down, she inadvertently hit the call button and went to open the door. Upon seeing Clark, she tried to shut it immediately, 

but he blocked it with his foot. 

“Nyla… I’m sorry about today. I was too harsh,” Clark began. 

Seeing his guilty expression, Nyla remained indifferent. “What? No longer suspicious of me and Uncle Damon?” 

Unaware that the call had connected, Damon, who was about to speak, heard their conversation and his expression darkened.