Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Less than half an hour later, Cyrus arrived.

Seeing Damon standing coldly at the entrance of the villa, he felt a bit awkward and greeted him, “Damon, why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I could have sent someone to pick you up from the airport.”

“I came to ask Clark a few questions. What’s been going on with him these past few years abroad? Why does he look like this now?” Damon asked.

Just as Cyrus was about to respond, Clark appeared, dragging a suitcase behind him. Without acknowledging either of them, he placed the suitcase in the trunk and tried to get into the car.

Cyrus quickly stepped in front of him. “Clark, where are you going?”

“Nyla is still alive. I need to go back and find her,” Clark said.

Cyrus was stunned. “What did you say? Nyla is alive? That’s impossible!”

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Five years ago, Nyla had fallen into the sea, and Damon had sent people to search for her for a month, but they had found nothing. How could she still be alive?

*Clark, have you forgotten to take your medication again? I’ll call a doctor to check on you,” Cyrus said.

Clark’s eyes flashed with disgust as he snapped, “I’m not sick! Uncle Damon told me Nyla is alive. He wouldn’t come all this way just to lie to me!”

Besides, Damon hadn’t regained his memory and didn’t even know about the past. It was even more unlikely that he would deceive him. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Even if she’s alive, it’s impossible between you two. Don’t you remember what Grandpa said? If you go back to the country, he’ll cut off our family’s financial support immediately!” Cyrus reminded him.

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After Damon had been hypnotized to forget Nyla, Richard had been worried Clark might slip up if they stayed in the country. He had sent them abroad and forbidden their return, providing them with 1.5 million dollars a month for living expenses.

In Meristate, Clark had tried to return home several times, but each time he had been stopped by Richard’s men.

Over time, he stopped trying, and his spirit faded, turning him into who he was now– someone who drank all day and slept, unwilling to do anything else.

Clark halted in his tracks.

After a long silence, he coldly stated, “That won’t happen. We’ve been together for so many years. Once I return, I’ll properly apologize to her and keep pursuing her until she forgives me.”

With that, he moved toward the car.

Frustrated, Cyrus slapped him hard and scolded, “Clark, can you calm down for a second? How much longer do you want me and your mother to worry about you? If you dare to leave today, your mother and I will die right in front of you!”

Clark clenched his fists and turned to look at Damon, rage boiling in his eyes. “This is all your fault,

Damon! I wouldn’t be living like this–unable to go home, without any purpose–if it weren’t for you!”

Damon’s expression remained cold. “Your lack of ambition has nothing to do with me.”

“Hah!” Clark sneered and stepped closer, his eyes blazing with years of resentment. “It has everything to do with you! Oh right, I forgot– you lost all your memories of Nyla, so now you can pretend none of this concerns you.”

Damon’s eyes widened as he snapped, “What do you mean? Speak clearly.”

“I know everything, but why should I tell you? You’ve ruined my life! You’ve made it so my parents and I can never return to the country! Why should I share the truth with you? If you really want to know, go back and ask my grandfather–your beloved fa-”

Before Clark could finish the word “father“, Cyrus struck him hard.

“Shut up! Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Cyrus berated.