Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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“Where did you come from? Let me take you back,” Spencer said.

Just as Mason was about to answer, the rapid click of high heels echoed down the hallway.

Spencer and Mason turned to see Nyla striding toward them, her face set in a scowl.

Before Mason could hide, Nyla called out, “Buddy, come here!”

Her anger was barely contained as she fixed her stern gaze on Mason.

That morning, as soon as she arrived at the lab, she had received a call from Mason’s kindergarten teacher, saying he was missing. Panic had nearly overwhelmed her. Frantic, she had reached out to Oliver, and together, they had quickly tracked Mason’s whereabouts.

She had never imagined Mason would be bold enough to come directly to Prospectus Technology to find Damon. He had somehow convinced himself th

Nyla hurried to Mason’s side, pulling him protectively behind her while glancing at Spencer warily. “Mr. Hogg, I apologize for any trouble Buddy may have caused. If he comes by again, please contact me right

away.”

“Buddy?” Spencer asked, his expression conflicted.

After his meeting with Oliver the previous day, he hadn’t planned on bothering Nyla or Mason again. But seeing Mason now stirred something within him. The boy bore such a striking resemblance to Damon. He had a strong feeling that if Damon learned of Mason’s existence, he would undoubtedly fig

Nyla frowned but pressed on, “Yes, Mr. Hogg. I hope you won’t tell Damon about Buddy being here today.”

Although Damon might not actually try to take Mason from her, she preferred not to take any chances.

Spencer opened his mouth to reply but instead let out a rueful chuckle. “It might be… difficult to keep this quiet…”

Before Nyla could respond, she felt a sharp, penetrating gaze on her. Instinctively, she turned around and froze. Damon was walking toward them, his eyes fixed on Mason.

Sensing the shift in the air, Mason looked up at Damon. Their eyes met, and for a moment, both seemed

stunned.

Suddenly, Damon’s phone rang. He answered, and an excited voice filled the line. “Damon, remember I told you about that kid who looks just like you? You asked me to check on Nyla’s child, and I got a photo. Guess what-”

Before the caller could finish, Damon interrupted, his expression unchanged, “I already know.”

“You know wh-” Damon hung up before the caller could finish.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and turned to Nyla, who stood frozen. “Care to explain?” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla had thought she would panic when Damon found out about Mason, but instead, she felt surprisingly calm.

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She smiled at him. “Mr. Sumner, I don’t think I owe you an explanation.”

Damon’s face darkened, his voice cold. “Ms. Kinsey, why does this child look so much like me? Don’t tell me it’s just a coincidence.”

The moment Damon saw Mason, he had a strong premonition–this child must be his. But how? He had no connection to Nyla. How could she have had his child?

Unfazed, Nyla nodded. “It’s just a coincidence, Mr. Sumner. We didn’t know each other before. You can’t seriously think this child is yours, can you?”

Damon’s gaze remained locked on hers, his voice measured. “A paternity test will confirm whether there’s a connection.”