Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon listened to Luca a while longer before slamming his phone against the wall, his expression icy.

The next morning, as Nyla came downstairs, she sensed an unusual atmosphere in the villa.

Lydia, who usually greeted her with a smile, was busy in the kitchen and barely acknowledged her with a quick wave.

Even Maddie, who often made sarcastic remarks, didn't glance her way at all today.

After sitting down at the table with Mason, Nyla was about to greet Damon when he abruptly stood and

t without even looking at her.

Watching his cold retreat, she bit her lip, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes.

What was going on with Damon? Was he still upset about last night?

As Damon exited, the oppressive atmosphere in the living room lightened, and it felt noticeably warmer.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Mason, oblivious to the strange vibe, looked up at Nyla and whined, "Mommy, I want the pancakes you make. Can you make some for me?"

Suppressing her worries, Nyla nodded. “Sure, I'll make them right now. You should drink some milk first.”

Nyla got up and headed to the kitchen. As she reached the door, she overheard Lydia and Maddie speaking in hushed tones inside.

"Auntie, what are we going to do? Mr. Sumner has never been this angry before," Maddie said.

"Just focus on your tasks. It's not our place to discuss Mr. Sumner's affairs," Lydia advised. Mr. Sumner's affairs," Lydia advised.

“Ugh, I hope he cools down soon. He used to smile when he saw me, but today his face is as cold as ice. It's scary! I bet Nyla did something to make

Lydia frowned and replied sharply, "Maddie, I warn you, no matter what, Ms. Kinsey is still Mr. Sumner's guest. She might even become the future lady

Maddie scoffed. "When did I say anything bad about her? I'm just speaking the truth!"

Just then, Lydia noticed someone standing at the door and turned abruptly.

Upon seeing Nyla, her heart sank. She wasn't sure if Nyla had overheard their conversation.

"Ms. Kinsey, what brings you to the kitchen? Do you need something?" Lydia asked.

Since Lydia had spotted her, Nyla decided to step into the kitchen, smiling as she replied, "Yes. Buddy wants me to make pancakes, so I came to prepare some."

"Okay, I'll get you some flour. Maddie, why don't you go finish your work?" Lydia said. Maddie made a face, rolled her eyes, and walked out without even acknowledging Nyla.

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Nyla didn't pay her any mind. As long as Maddie didn't cause trouble, she didn't care.

While preparing the dough, however, Nyla couldn't shake off Maddie's words.

Could it be that Damon was still angry about Valarie hitting him last night?

He had left as soon as she and Mason sat down earlier, leaving his breakfast untouched on the table.

With that thought, Nyla decided to make extra pancakes to bring to the study. Damon was upset about last night, she could find a way to apologize to him on Valarie's behalf.

Resolute, she quickened her pace as she worked.

After making the pancakes, Nyla asked Lydia to take a plate to Mason while she carried another plate to the study to find Damon.

The gently knocked on the study door.

“Come in,” Damon said, his tone tinged with suppressed irritation.

Nyla pushed the door open and cautiously said, "Mr. Sumner, I made some pancakes. I brought you some to try."