Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Seeing Mason’s pale face, Nyla lost her will to scold him. After all, the root of the issue was her decision to hide Damon from Mason, which led him to se

“Let’s go,” she said, taking Mason’s hand and turning to leave with Oliver.

Back on the top floor, Damon stared icily at Spencer. “So you’ve been investigating Nyla and her child these past few days because you suspect Buddy might be mine?”

Spencer bit his lip, realizing he could no longer hide the truth. He nodded slowly. “Yes…”

“Just because he looks like me, you think he’s my child? You’ve been with me for years– you know better than anyone who I’ve been involved with,” Damon demanded.

His piercing gaze held Spencer in place, giving him no chance to escape.

Damon had indeed connected the dots regarding Spencer’s investigation, suspecting that Mason might be his son. Yet, he was sure he didn’t know Nyla she had never been part of his life.

Suddenly, a thought struck Damon. He remembered the months of amnesia following his car accident. Ric 1 had said it was a result of the crash, but could there have been more to it?

The realization deepened his frown, and he asked, “Was my amnesia really just because of the accident?”

Under Damon’s icy stare, a wave of guilt washed over Spencer, and he instinctively looked away. “Yes.”

Damon let out a cold laugh. “You know my temperament, Spencer. If I find out you’ve lied to me, don’t expect to stay at Prospectus Technology.”

A torrent of thoughts rushed through Spencer’s mind. He recalled Richard threatening him with his parents, Oliver advising him to avoid disturbing everyone’s lives, and Damon’s despair before the amnesia

Ultimately, he remembered Oliver’s words. Spencer knew he shouldn’t disrupt anyone’s peace, especially not Nyla’s.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Damon, determination in his eyes. “Mr. Sumner, your amnesia is indeed due to the accident. You’ve never met Ms. Kinsey before, and that child is just a lookalike. He can’t possibly be yours.”

“Whether he’s my child is for me to determine, not you, Damon retorted.

“Mr. Sumner-” Spencer attempted to speak.

“Enough! Get out!” Damon snapped.

Spencer fell silent for a moment, then turned to leave.From NôvelDrama.Org.

It was clear his time at Prospectus Technology was coming to an end. The moment he had agreed to deceive Damon for Richard, he had known this day would arrive.

Once Spencer left, Damon made a call.

“I want a paternity test for Nyla’s child. Find a way to get a hair sample from him,” he said.

Joshua Liddell’s voice came through, laced with complaints. “Damon, don’t push it! You hang up on me, then call when you need something? What am I, your pet–here to summon and dismiss as you please?”

“Your company can join the amusement park project, but only if you handle this for me,” Damon offered, baiting him.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Joshua’s tone shifted from irritated to eager. The excitement in his voice was palpable, and Damon could practically

“Don’t worry! I’ll have it done within three days!” Joshua promised.

Damon hung up and tossed his phone onto the desk, his eyes narrowing slowly.

Oliver dropbeoped Nyta and Mason off at home.

Noticing Nyitrai face and the lingering fear in her eyes, he spoke softly. “Nyla, don’t think tod about it. You tmt got sted today. Just rest, and we can talk a

Nyla forced a stolen Yeah, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time today. You should get bar

work Birk

She had initially told Old Oliver not to come because she remembered he had meetings, but the day t stretched much longer trentisan she had expected

Seeing the fleeting quibuiten her eyes, Oliver replied firmly, “Nyla, you and Buddy are important to m not an inconvenience.dice.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be be a burden. Being together should mean supporting each other, not j helping me all the time htela stadsaid.

Oliver felt a mix of frustraticatant and sympathy. He thought Nyla was struggling to accept his suppo because she hadn’t fulty acceptarted him. After the

further.mer

“We’ll talk about this latera YouTeedeed estrest and I should head back,” he said gently.

Once Oliver left, Mason cautiously.acpamroached Nyla. “Mom… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have skipped c

Nyla hadn’t expected him to sidesteptee the real issue. She frowned. “Buddy, do you really think skip class is the only mistake you made 10dapday?”

Mason couldn’t meet her gaze and ming his hes head in silence.

Nyla didn’t press him. “Think about it, and dete me know when you’re ready to talk.”

With that, she headed to the kitchen to prepareparedunch. She hadn’t had breakfast after learning Ma missing that morning, and now that she was feelfe caimer, hunger hit her.

Mason watched her, his small hands clenched tehtigns, fais face tense, mirroring Damon’s expressio When Nyla came out with a simple dish of omelete coticed Mason still standing there. She si

“Buddy, let’s eat first,” she said.sid

Hesitating, Mason walked to the table, climbed onto atchachair, and finally mustered the courage to Nyla.

“Mom, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have skipped class. I thought tratthat man was my dad… so I wanted to “he confessed.

Upon seeing Mason’s nervous expression and the way his handsnds fidgeted with his shirt, Nyla’s ga softened. She asked gently, “Buddy, what do you t ow?”

In In the past, whenever Mason had asked about his father, Nyla hadhadled, telling him that his father pa passed away. She had tried to avoid the topic e

Bu But after today, she realized she could no longer hide the truth about but Damion being Mason’s fathe