Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla was surprised to see Regina apologizing.

“Mrs. Conway, if you’re truly sincere, you should have Kayden apologize to Mason, not me,” Nyla remarked.

Regina quickly replied, “Of course! When are you and Mr. Sumner free? We’d like to invite you to dinner so Kayden can apologize to Mason in front of us parents. That way, he’ll learn his lesson.”

“No need for dinner. As long as Kayden apologizes to Mason, that’s enough,” Nyla said.

“Ms. Kinsey, are you still unwilling to forgive me?” Regina asked.

Seeing Regina’s helplessness, Nyla guessed she was worried about Damon holding a grudge against

Noah at work.

“Mrs. Conway, I don’t have much contact with Mr. Sumner. If you really want to treat him to dinner, that’s fine. Just make sure Kayden apologizes, and I won’t say anything bad about your husband to Mr. Sumner,” Nyla replied. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Hearing this, Regina let out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to respond, Nyla turned and got into her car, driving away.

Watching the car disappear, Regina frowned and hesitated before dialing Noah’s number.

“Hey, honey, Nyla doesn’t want to have dinner with us. She said as long as Kayden apologizes to her son, that’s enough,” she informed him.

At a villa on the outskirts of Meristate, Damon parked his car and walked up to the door, ringing the bell.

Soon, he heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened to reveal a scruffy–looking man.

Damon’s brow furrowed involuntarily. “Clark?”

Behind the door, Clark stood disheveled, with an unkempt beard and hair. His loose clothes hung off him as though he were homeless.

Upon seeing Damon, hatred and anger flickered in Clark’s eyes. “Damon, what are you doing here?!”

Damon felt a wave of displeasure. It had been years since they last met, and Clark hadn’t even addressed him as “Uncle“. How rude. But, remembering

“I came to ask about my relationship with Nyla Kinsey,” he stated.

“Nyla Kinsey?” Clark’s beard twitched as he coldly replied. “Are you talking about Nyla Jayston?”

“Yes, she used to be called Nyla Jayston. She’s your ex–wife… My memory’s a bit hazy, and I can’t find any information about our past, so-” Damon began, but Clark abruptly cut him off.

“In the past? What do you mean? She’s not dead?!” Clark’s voice was sharp with disbelief.

Damon was startled by the intensity in Clark’s eyes. “Yes, she’s alive and doing quite well. What’s it to you?

Not only was she doing well, but she had also secretly given birth to his child. If it weren’t for this unexpected discovery, he wouldn’t have even known he had a son.

Suddenly, Clark grabbed his arm, his eyes wide with shock. “Where is she now? She’s really not dead?”

“Yeah,” Damon replied with a frown, his gaze growing colder. “I came to ask you about my past with her, not for you to question me.”

“Hahaha! She’s not dead! She’s alive!” Clark exclaimed as he released Damon’s arm.

Nearly dancing with excitement, he rushed upstairs and completely ignored Damon, who was still standing at the door.

Damon’s expression darkened. Was Clark losing his mind? And who wouldn’t groom themselves at all?

He pulled out his phone and contacted Luca, speaking coldly. “Notify Clark’s parents and tell them I’m at the entrance of his villa.”