Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 370

Damon clenched his jaw, and anger flared in his eyes. "You were the one who started this. When it ends is up to me."

Nyla looked at him coldly. "Damon, don't you think you're being unreasonable? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have reconciled with Rebecca. Now you're coming back to bother me. Do you want me to be your mistress?"

Damon's gaze was icy. "I said I'd need three months."

"I've also said that I'm not willing. If you truly feel even a shred of guilt, then stop bothering me," Nyla retorted.

She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

Only after she got into the car did her emotions settle.

…

Back at the restaurant, Damon sat stiffly, his presence radiating coldness.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

As soon as he answered, a panicked voice came through. "Mr. Damon, you need to come back to the Sumner residence immediately!"

…

By the time Damon arrived at the residence, over an hour had passed.

Walking into the living room, he saw Clark sprawled on the floor—his hair a mess, clothes soaked, and his back marked with bloodied welts.

Damon's gaze shifted indifferently to the enraged Richard, who was sitting in the main seat.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Richard threw the bloodstained cane to the floor and said coldly, "Don't you know? You and Clark are both making me furious. One's involved with his former niece-in-law, and the other's marrying a woman of low status. It seems you're determined to drive me to my grave!"