Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla struggled throughout the journey, trying to make Clark put her down, but to no avail.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

When Clark finally placed her on the emergency room bed, he pressed her hands down and said in a low, serious tone, "Nyla, I'm in a bad mood right now. You'd better behave."

Detecting the threat in his voice, Nyla shook off his hands and looked at him coldly. "What does your bad mood have to do with me? If you like obedient behavior, you should go find Jordyn. I'm not capable of being as understanding as she is."

Clark stared at her impassive profile and suddenly smiled. "Nyla, are you jealous?"

Nyla frowned, unsure of where he got that idea from. She didn't want to argue with him, so she let him think whatever he wanted.

Soon, the doctor arrived, conducted a thorough examination, and rebandaged Nyla's injured hand. He advised her to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation.

Once in the hospital ward, Nyla noticed that Clark hadn't left and felt a flicker of annoyance. "You can leave now."

I'm staying here with you," he said.

Seeing Clark's serious expression, Nyla turned away in disgust. "Do you think your presence here now makes any difference? Where were you when I was kidnapped?" "Nyla, I didn't know you were kidnapped..."

Nyla smiled mockingly. "Of course you didn't know because you were busy having an affair with Jordyn."

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an to explain, "I wasn't

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his gaze darkening. "How do you know I was with Jordyn at that time?"

Nyla stared at him, enunciating each word, "Because I called you, but it was Jordyn who answered. At my most desperate and scared moment, you were with another woman. How can you face me now and act as if nothing happened?"

Clark's face turned pale, and he shook his head in disbelief. "No... I didn't have any incoming calls..."

He couldn't bear to think about how desperate Nyla must have felt when Jordyn answered the phone while she was begging for help.

Nyla sneered, "You should ask Jordyn about it."

"Nyla, I'll investigate this matter thoroughly. If it turns out that Jordyn la responsible, I won't let her get away with it!" he promised.

Nyla didn't believe a word he said. She slowly looked up, her gaze icy. If it is her, how will you take revenge? Make her abort the baby, or have her go through what I did?"

Her cold eyes were filled with stubbornness, demanding an answer.

Clark frowned, feeling that her attitude was somewhat aggressive. She wasn't like this before-she used to be kind and gentle.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Nyla chuckled. "Clark, do you know what I find most disgusting about you? It's that you neither want to divorce me nor cut ties completely with Jordyn. Do you think I'll tolerate your behavior like your mother tolerates your father's mistresses?"

"Nyla, I never thought that way... I just.."

"You just think I can't live without you, which is why you feel free to hurt

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me so recklessly," she said.

Clark's hands clenched at his sides, a flicker of despair in his eyes. He couldn't refute Nyla because everything she said was true. He did think she couldn't leave him and didn't want to let her go. Nyla smiled bitterly as she averted her gaze. "Just leave, I don't want to see you right now."

The door to the hospital ward opened and closed, and Nyla's expression turned cold again.

After leaving the hospital, the first thing Clark did was find Jordyn.

When Jordyn saw him return, her face lit up with joy. "Clarko... you're back- Ah!"

Before she could finish, Clark grabbed her by the hair, yanking her closer with an icy glare.