Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234 

Chapter 234 

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When Nyla saw the so–called “evidence” on Clark’s phone, her eyes filled with sarcasm. “So, based on this chat screenshot, you’ve decided it was me?” 

“That’s not all,” Clark replied, his tone cold. “There’s also a recording.” 

He played the recording right in front of Nyla. 

As she listened, she finally understood–it was all a setup, specifically designed to frame her. She couldn’t figure out what the person behind this stood to gain. 

“This voice does sound a lot like mine,” Nyla said calmly. “However, if you take it to a forensic lab, you’ll see it’s been fabricated.” 

Clark’s gaze was full of disappointment as he looked at her. “I gave you the evidence you asked for, but you’re still denying it? Nyla, when did you become so malicious?” 

“Is it that I’m malicious, or that you want to believe I am? You didn’t even bother to have this recording or the chat logs authenticated, yet you’ve decided it was me. If I really wanted to leak Jordyn’s pregnancy, would I leave such obvious evidence for you to find?” Nyla retorted. 

Anyone with a bit of common sense could see she was being framed, but Clark was determined to believe she was the culprit. 

He was silent for a few moments. When Michael first sent him the evidence, he had his doubts too. The problem was that someone had to take the fall for this. 

“Nyla, I’ve already promised you that Jordyn won’t threaten your position. Because of this, my grandfather has lost all faith in me. If I don’t handle this properly, I will lose my inheritance and my right to the Sumner Group,” Clark said. 

“So?” Nyla asked coldly, waiting to hear just how shameless he could be. 

“If you tell my grandparents that you can’t have children and wanted a child, and that’s why I turned to Jordyn…” Clark elaborated. 

Nyla slapped him hard across the face, trembling with rage. “Clark, you’re utterly despicable!” 

She was shaking with fury, unable to believe he would make such an outrageous suggestion. 

A handprint bloomed on Clark’s face, and his gaze turned icy. “Did I say something wrong? If it weren’t for your infertility, would I have strayed?” 

As his words hung in the air, the hallway fell into a heavy silence. Hurt flashed across Nyla’s eyes, and Clark felt a pang of guilt. 

“Nyla, I didn’t mean-” he began. 

“Enough!” she interrupted, her voice cold and indifferent. “I don’t want to hear any more.” 

Clark looked down, his tone subdued. “We’re both a bit emotional right now. I’ll come back to discuss this When you’ve calmed down.” 

Nyla didn’t respond or look at him. She just stared at the floor, her face expressionless. 

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