Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Before Noah could finish his sentence, Damon interrupted, “Mr. Conway, at Prospectus Technology, we value capability. As long as you handle this matte

Noah’s previously dim eyes lit up abruptly, and he quickly assured him, “Don’t worry, Mr. Sumner. I’ll take this to heart and make sure it never happens again!”

Damon nodded and turned to leave.

Noah walked over to Kayden, pulling him up from the floor as he said coldly, “I’ll take you to apologize to Mason in a couple of days.”

Regina, standing nearby, looked at him. “Honey-” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Noah turned and struck her hard, causing her to fall to the floor.

Covering her face in disbelief, she stared at him. “You actually hit me?”

“If you want to die, do it yourself! Don’t drag Kayden down with

He then grabbed the trembling Kayden and left.

Why Noah hissed.

Regina clutched her face, fury filling her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and chased after them.

Meanwhile, Damon stepped out of the hospital and saw Nyla and Mason. His gaze softened as he walked toward them.

Nyla crouched down, applying medicine to Mason’s wound. Although she was gentle, Mason winced in pain. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to something be

Noticing his change in focus, she turned around, and her eyes fell on Damon’s long legs, followed by his handsome face.

“Mommy, Daddy’s here!” Mason cheered.

Upon hearing Mason instinctively call Damon “Daddy“, Nyla’s grip on the cotton swab tightened.

Although Mason didn’t voice it, she knew he still wanted his father by his side.

Shaking off her thoughts, she stood up and looked at Damon. “Thank you for today, Mr. Sumner.”

Due to the coldness in Nyla’s eyes, Damon’s gaze hardened as he replied, “Buddy is my son. It’s what I should do.”

Nyla managed a forced smile. “We won’t bother you with these things in the future, especially since you’re quite busy.”

Damon had no intention of arguing and simply said, “I’ll drive you home.”

Nyla wanted to refuse but relented when she caught Mason’s hopeful glance.

“Alright,” she answered.

On the way back, Nyla pondered whether it was unfair to prevent Mason from spending time with Damon. She snapped back to reality when Mason called her several times.

“Mommy, are we home? What were you thinking about so deeply?” he asked.

Nyla smiled. “Nothing. Let’s get out of the car.”

She exited first. When she helped Mason out, she noticed Damon was already holding Mason’s backpack. She pressed her lips together but said nothing as she took Mason’s hand and walked toward their home.

The elevator ride was silent, broken only by the sounds of the machinery.

Mason’s gaze flitted between Damon and Nyla, though he seemed lost in thought.

Nyla, expressionless with her head down, didn’t notice his little antics.

When the elevator doors opened, she was about to lead Mason out when she froze at the sight of someone standing at the entrance.

Oliver stood at the door, looking shocked and a bit hurt as he watched the scene unfold.

Inside the elevator, Nyla held Mason, while Damon carried Mason’s backpack–like a happy family of

Even though Oliver knew Nyla wouldn’t be with Damon like that, the sight still stung his eyes.

However, Oliver quickly adjusted his expression and walked toward Nyla and Mason.

As Nyla stepped out of the elevator with Mason, she looked surprised to see him. “What brings you here today?”

Oliver’s demeanor was warm. “I came to check on you and Buddy.”

He then turned to Damon. “Mr. Sumner, thanks for sending Nyla and Buddy back. Just hand me the backpack.”

He reached for the backpack in Damon’s hand, but the latter subtly moved it out of reach, his expression cool. “No need. Buddy is my child. It’s my responsibility.

Oliver raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue. When he pulled his hand back, he noticed the bruise on Mason’s face. “What happened to Buddy?”

Nyla kept her explanation brief. “He got into a fight at school, but it’s all been sorted out.”

“How did it get so bad?” Oliver asked.

*The other kid was hurt worse. Let’s not stand out here. Come inside,” Nyla said.

She opened the door. As she turned to take the backpack from Damon, he suddenly spoke up. “Ms. Kinsey, I’d like to see Buddy’s living environment, if that’s alright.”

Given his request, Nyla, despite her reluctance, felt she had no choice but to agree.

Damon walked into the living room.

Nyla’s current place was a spacious flat, with a large living room mostly filled with various children’s toys The decor featured a cream color palette, making it feel warm and inviting.

From the many unique decorations around the room, it was clear that someone who loved life lived there. Watching Damon’s back, Oliver subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Once inside, Nyla asked Mason to show Damon around while she pulled Oliver into the kitchen to make coffee together.

“Oliver, I heard you resigned from the Raynor Group. I’m really sorry for dragging you into this,” she said.

Nyla had sensed something was off from the moment she saw him at the door. He was smiling, but the corners of his eyes drooped, clearly indicating that he wasn’t in a good mood.

Oliver paused in his actions, and after a few moments of silence, he quietly replied, “Nyla, it’s not your fault.”

The main reason for his departure from the Raynor Group wasn’t just the failed investment–it was that Hugh wanted him out.

Oliver couldn’t understand why he had made just one mistake and was being pushed out of the company.

Hearing him say that only made Nyla feel guiltier.