Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 

“Okay, I’ll take you there,” Spencer offered. 

“No need. I drove myself,” Nyla declined. 

+25 BONUS 

Less than half an hour later, Nyla arrived at the hos 1. Seeing that Valarie had truly woken up, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and her eyes misted over. 

When Phoebe saw her, her expression darkened. “Ms. Jayston, you’re not welcome here.” 

Valarie frowned and looked at her mother. “Mom, what are you doing?” 

Phoebe snorted. “If it weren’t for her birthday, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.” 

“These two things have nothing to do with each other,” Valarie retorted. “Just because I had an accident on my way to dinner doesn’t mean it’s my fault for going to that restaurant.” 

“Well, I don’t want you to have any more contact with her,” Phoebe insisted. 

“Whether or not I stay friends with someone is none of your business!” Valarie asserted. 

“You!” Phoebe was furious, her face turning pale. She slammed the bowl she was holding onto the table and barked, “Fine! You’re all grown up now, and I can’t control you. I’m leaving!” 

As Phoebe stood up to leave, Nyla quickly said, “Mrs. Weir, I just came to check if Valarie was really awake. You don’t have to leave. I’ll go now.” 

Nyla then turned to Valarie. “Valarie, I’ll come see you another day.” 

“Nyla-” Before Valarie could finish her sentence, Nyla turned and quickly walked out of the room. 

Valarie looked at Phoebe with dissatisfaction. “Are you happy now?” 

Phoebe pursed her lips. “I just don’t like her. You should stay away from her.” 

Seeing that her mother wouldn’t change her mind, Valarie decided to ignore her. 

+25 BONUS 

As soon as Nyla stepped out of the hospital, a black Cayenne sped toward her. Just as the car was about to hit her, a screeching brake sound echoed, and the vehicle stopped just ten centimeters away from her. 

The driver’s door opened, and Clark stepped out with a cold expression. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

“You were supposed to return in three days. Why are you here today?” Nyla back. 

Clark questioned her sharply, “What are you doing at the hospital?* 

Nyla frowned, her tone growing colder. “What’s with the interrogative tone?” 

ked 

Clark huffed. “What does it mean? You don’t get it? I still haven’t had a chance to ask you about what happened when you stayed over at my uncle’s house that night.” 

Seeing that he was already convinced she had done something wrong with Damon, Nyla decided not to explain further. “Think what you want. You wouldn’t believe me 

anyway.” 

Clark sneered. “I want to believe you, but you stayed overnight at a man’s house who clearly has ulterior motives for you. How am I supposed to believe you?” 

*So what do you want now?” Nyla asked. 

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Of course, you need to be punished so you’ll listen in the future.” 

With that, he yanked Nyla’s hand and pulled her toward the car. 

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Nyla cried out.