Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Mason dropped the cutlery he was holding, staring blankly at Nyla.

“Buddy, when I told you that your dad passed away, it was because he and I separated. But he never wanted to abandon you– he didn’t even know you existed. Now that you know the truth, you can choose to stay with me or go to him,” Nyla explained.

As Mason began to understand, Nyla gave him the choice. After all, for a child who had never experienced a father’s love, it was natural for him to want Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Ever since Mason started kindergarten, she had realized she couldn’t replace that role, which was why she had considered trying with Oliver– she wanted to give Mason a complete family.

Nyla expected Mason to think it over, but instead, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears.

“Mom, do you not want me anymore?” he cried.

Taken aback, Nyla found it somewhat amusing. She quickly got up, wiped his tears, and squatted beside him, gently saying, “How could you think that?

Through his sobs, Mason choked out, “I don’t want that dad… I–I don’t want to go with him. I want to stay with… you, Mom.”

Nyla wiped his tears again and nodded. “Okay, no more crying. Mommy will never not want you.”

After Nyla comforted him for a while, his emotions settled, though he was clearly clingier than before. Even when she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, he dragged a little stool over to sit by the door, watching her as if afraid she might leave.

Feeling a bit helpless, Nyla guessed her earlier question had made him feel insecure. She figured that in a few days, he would stop following her around

That night, after putting Mason to bed, Nyla got up and was heading to the living room when her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing an unfamiliar number, she lowered her eyes, sensing it might be Damon calling. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to answer.

As expected, a cold voice came through the line. “Ms. Kinsey, I’m downstairs at your place. Let’s meet.”

Nyla walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and spotted a black Maybach parked. below.

“Mr. Sumner, it’s quite late-”

Before she could finish, he interrupted, “Ms. Kinsey, my patience is limited. You can either come down, or I’ll come up in five minutes. It’s your choice.”

The call disconnected before Nyla could respond.

cull knowing that Damon might wake Mason

if he came upstairs,

When she reached the car, the driver’s side window rolled down.

‘Get in,” Damon ordered.

Nyla stood her ground, her gaze cold. “Mr. Sumner, if you have something to say, you can say it here. I don’t think I need to get in the car.”

A glint of coldness flickered in Damon’s eyes, but he didn’t insist. Instead, he opened the car door and walked toward her.

Startled, Nyla instinctively stepped back, increasing the distance between them.

Damon stopped a few steps away, his gaze icy.

“I’m fairly certain Buddy is my child. How did you manage to conceive my child back then?” he demanded.