Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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Clark hurried forward and squatted beside Harrison. “Dad, rest assured. I’ll always treat Nyla well,”

“Mm. As long as you treat her well, that’s all I ask for.”

Seeing Harrison’s eyelids droop from the lingering anesthesia, Nyla quickly called out to him. “Dad, the anesthesia hasn’t completely worn off yet. You can’t sleep.”

Throughout the night, Nyla and Clark took turns watching over Harrison. As dawn approached, the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, allowing Harrison to finally rest.

Shortly after dawn, Wren arrived with freshly made soup. “Nyla, Clark, you two stayed up all night. You should go home now. I’ll take care of things here.”

After a night of vigil, Nyla could barely keep her eyes open. She nodded. “Okay, Wren. If there’s anything. call me. I’ll be resting at home on Saturday and Sunday

Wren unintentionally frowned as she thought, “Hasn’t Nyla been unemployed? Why would she mention resting on weekends?”

Before she could ask, nurses entered to conduct examinations on Harrison. She pushed aside her doubts and decided to ask Nyla later.

As Nyla and Clark exited the hospital, Nyla planned to hall a taxi, but Clark stood in her way. “Nyla, I’ll drive you home.”

Nyla considered for a moment. There were things she needed to discuss with him as well, “Alright.”

car, Nyla turned to face Clark calmly. “Clark, you don’t need to come to the hospital anymore. I’m not ready to tell Dad about our divorce yet, and I don’t want us to

him.”

silence. “Nyla, I’ve said that divorce is not an option. But you’ve

do you mean?” Nyla

she finished speaking, the car door locked, and

arrow.

Nyla hadn’t worn her seatbelt, her head slammed hard against the seatback, causing her to scrunch her

Veins popped on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel, and the

dared not speak further. A sense of dread washed over her. She shouldn’t have gotten into Clark’s car. This

the villa. He

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Chapter 15

Nyla unmoving, Clark

her expression filled with anger. Clark, what are you

carrying her into the villa. It wasn’t until they reached the bedroom that he finally

thought things through, I’ll let you leave. If by Monday you still haven’t figured it

snapped her head up to glare at him. “Who do you think

are?”

his expression still gentle. “Nyla, I’ve spoiled you too much these past few years that you speak of divorce at every turn now. It’s