Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark stared expressionlessly at Damon, a hint of mockery flickering in his eyes. "What do I mean? I think you understand very well, Uncle Damon. Besides the one overseas, you've never shown any interest in

me."

"As her husband, you're never around when she's wronged. Instead of reflecting on yourself, you're lecturing me." Damon's expression darkened, and he exuded an oppressive aura that sent shivers down one' Clark's confidence visibly wavered. "Next time something like this happens, please Inform me in advance, Uncle Damon. I don't want any other men near my wife I hope you understand."

Damon sneered lightly. "I'm not that free. If you need others to inform you about her situation, maybe your marriage doesn't need to continue."

With that, he walked away. He didn't even glance at Clark's displeased face.

Only after Damon disappeared at the end of the hallway did Clark take a deep breath, push open the door, and walk in.

Nyla had just finished having her wounds treated and was preparing to leave when she saw Clark walking in through the door. She frowned. "Why are you here?"

Seeing her openly distant and indifferent expression, Clark felt a wave of helplessness. On his way there. he had already had Michael investigate. Nyla's experiment had suddenly exploded today, and Damon had happened to be on the scene, so he had sent her over on the way.

Despite that, Clark still felt uneasy. He wished he had been there instead so that he could have protected her and prevented any harm from coming to her.

"I heard you were injured, so I came to see you." His gaze fell on Nyla's freshly bandaged hand. "What did the doctor say?"

Nyla lowered her gaze, calmly saying, "It's nothing serious. You don't need to come over specifically next time."

Clark's expression immediately turned cold. "Nyla, I'm your husband. Are you really going to let me pretend I don't know when I'm clearly aware that you're hurt?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think you're busy, and coming over for such a small matter not only wastes time but also serves no purpose.

"Do you think your injury is a small matter?"

Under Clark's probing gaze, Nyla pursed her lips and remained silent.

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"You said it-that was before. People mature over time.

Clark walked up to Nyla, staring at her calm face, and said slowly, "Nyla, it's not that you've matured. It's that you no longer want me to be a part of your life. You want to gradually distance us in this way and eve

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Nyla's hands trembled slightly at her side as she looked up at him.

"You're overthinking it. I really just think this is a small matter and not worth telling you to worry about."

"Then why can Uncle Damon?"

Nyla furrowed her brow. What did Damon have to do with this?

"When the experiment went wrong earlier, your uncle happened to be in the lab. He was also injured and needed to come to the hospital for treatment. Thus, he brought me along."

Seeing Nyla mention Damon without any change in expression, Clark's heart, which had been hanging. finally settled back into place.

"Well, even though he's my uncle, he's still another man. If you encounter any problems in the future, just call me directly."

Nyla didn't plan to seek Clark's help, but she also didn't want to continue dwelling on this matter with him. As such, she nodded perfunctorily. "Got it. I'm going back now. You should head back to the company too."