Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"I said I'm not eating!" Mason declared, turning his head stubbornly away from the tempting food in front

of him.

"Even if you starve yourself, I still won't let you see your mother. Are you sure you want to put yourself through this?" Damon asked.

"It's none of your business!" Mason shouted back.

"Alright. I'm curious to see how long you can keep this up," Damon replied calmly.

For the next few days, Mason continued to refuse food. His once-

chubby cheeks quickly thinned, and his face grew pale. Even when Damon tried to force food into him, Mason would spit it out, determined not

to eat.

As Mason's condition worsened day by day, the doctor called Damon to the hospital.

"Mr. Summer, Mason already has a fracture. If he keeps refusing to eat, his health will deteriorate, and his injuries will heal much more slowly..." Damon's expression

darkened. He had tried everything over the past few days, but Mason remained defiant. The boy's only goal was to return to Nyla.

Seeing Damon's silence, the doctor sighed. “Mr. Summer-"

"I understand. I'll make sure he eats today," Damon said, his voice firm.

He took out his phone and dialed Nyla's number. "Pinnacle Hospital, third floor. If you want to see Buddy come now."Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla's voice trembled with panic. "What happened to Buddy? Why is he in the hospital?"

"You'll find out when you get here," Damon replied, hanging up before she could ask more.

Damon stood there, thinking about his next move. He couldn't allow Mason to

go back to Nyla. She wasn't capable of protecting him, and sending Mason back with her would only put him in danger again.

Soon, Nyla arrived, rushing toward Damon as soon as she saw him. "What happened to Buddy?!" Damon looked down at her. She was panting, clear wide with worry for Mason. "It's nothing serious. He jumped from the second floor and fractured his arm, and he's been

throwing a tantrum, refusing to eat, just to see you for the past few days," Damon replied.

Nyla gasped, her voice rising sharply. "He jumped from the second floor?! And you call that nothing serious?!"

Facing her accusatory gaze, Damon felt a fleeting pang of guilt.

However, in an instant, his expression turned cold. "I didn't call you here for an interrogation."

Nyla glared at him, her anger intensifying. "When Buddy was with me, he barely even fell off a chair. He's been with you for just a few days, and he jur floor? Shouldn't I be questioning you?!"

"Do you even want to see Buddy?" Damon shot back.

At those words, Nyla scowled. "Which room is he in?"

"I'll let you see him, but you must agree to one condition," Damon said.

"What condition?" Nyla asked.

"I won't let Buddy stay with you anymore. If you want to be with him, you'll have to move into my villa," Damon stated.

As soon as he finished, Nyla replied coldly, "No way! I won't agree to that!"

Damon's expression hardened. "You

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can't protect Buddy. If I let you take

him, he'll just be taken from your

home again. If you don't agree, you won't see him again."

"On what grounds are you doing this?!" Nyla demanded.

Meeting her furious gaze, Damon answered sternly, “Because I'm Buddy's father. You

have one minute to think it over. This is your only chance to stay with him."

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