Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon nodded with a hum.

The two fell into silence.

Nyla put away the ice pack and looked up at Damon. "Mr. Sumner, could you give me Brandon's contact information?"

amon narrowed his eyes. "What do you need his number for?"

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"I'm worried about Valarie... I want to check if he's caught up with her," Nyla explained.

Seeing the worry and guilt in Nyla's eyes, Damon reassured her, "Don't worry. With him there, Valarie will be fine."

"I'd still like his contact number. I can only relax once I know Valarie is okay," Nyla insisted.

Damon frowned and was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.

Upon seeing Brandon's name on the screen, his eyes turned cold, and he took a moment to answer.

"Uncle Damon, can you send Aunt Nyla over?" Brandon's anxious voice came through. "I caught up with Valarie, but her emotions are really unstable now. She's locked herself in the car and won't come out.

"I think Aunt Nyla needs to come over and clear up the misunderstanding between them."

Damon's expression hardened, ready to refuse, but Nyla's pleading look flashed in his mind. He tightened his grip on the phone subconsciously. "I'll ask her," he replied.

Turning to Nyla, he spoke softly. "Brandon caught up with Valarie. He says she's

emotionally unstable and wants you to come over. Do you want to go?"

Nyla quickly nodded. "Yes, I want to go... Mr. Sumner, could you have your driver take me?"

Damon didn't respond. Instead, he simply told Brandon, "Send me the address."

He then hung up. Then, he pocketed his phone, grabbed his car keys, and said, "Let's go."

Seeing Damon planning to drive her

himself, Nyla was momentarily taken aback and quickly replied, "Mr. Sumner, you really don't need to take me Just have your driver drop me off

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Damon gave her an impatient look. "At this hour, he's already asleep. Are you suggesting he gets up in

the

middle of the night just to take you?"

He turned away and strode out.

Watching his tall figure, Nyla bit her lip and followed him.

Around 40 minutes later, Damon's black Maybach stopped in an open area on the outskirts.

Nyla quickly opened the door and stepped out.

Brandon approached, saying, "Aunt Nyla, Valarie was crying earlier. Her emotions have finally started to settle, so take your time to explain things. I'll be right here if you need anything."

In her anxious state, Nyla didn't notice his choice of address and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Brandon, thank you."

Brandon shook his head. "Just go talk to her."

Taking a deep breath, Nyla slowly approached Valarie's car.

Inside, Valarie sat with red, puffy eyes. As she caught sight of Nyla, she turned her face away.

Nyla walked around to the other side and gently tapped on the window. "Valarie, can you open the door? Let's talk."

Valarie turned her head away, ignoring her.

Nyla had lied to her for five years-there was no way she would forgive her that easily.

Thinking about the heartache she had endured over the past five years, Valarie felt wronged and saddened. Nyla had no idea how she had survived that time.

Nyla sighed, continuing to patiently persuade her.

After a long while, Valarie finally opened the car door and shouted, "I thought you were my best friend, but you lied to me!"