Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Nyla suggested, "I think he aimed the van at me deliberately. This might not have been an accident."

The two officers exchanged a glance before one of them addressed her. "That's a possibility we can't rule out, but we'll need to wait for the investigation results. From what we know now, the most likely cause is drunk driving. Have you had any recent conflicts with anyone?"

Nyla thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can think of."

"Understood. We'll investigate that possibility further. If you remember anything else, please let us know," the officer replied.

"Alright, thank you," Nyla said.

After the officers left, Nyla couldn't help but replay the details of the van charging at her.

Could this really have been an accident? But... who would drink in the early morning?

After waiting outside the ward for a while and confirming that Clark's condition had stabilized, Damon wanted to take Nyla home to rest.

However, she refused, "I'm not tired. I want to stay here and wait for him to wake up."

Clark had lost his legs saving her. There was no way she could think of resting now.

condition to stay here. I'll have someone guard the ward

I can manage myself," Nyla

and spoke firmly. "Even if you stay here, you

I wouldn't be able to sleep. Besides, I'm feeling very unsettled right now... Can you let me stay here quietly for a while?" Damon was silent

Damon sat down next to her. The familiar scent of pine from him filled

from the side, was infuriated

two were

wasn't until after 11:00 p.m. that Clark finally

with excitement as she rushed

spoke. Just thinking about Clark never walking again felt like having her heart sliced with a knife, sending

how is Nyla? Is she

Nyla, Cindy's expression darkened. "You care about her?

start with these irrelevant matters!" Cyrus interrupted, his

to Clark's stress by bringing up his disability so

Damon approached

down at Clark and said softly,

saw her clothes stained with blood. "Are you injured? Why is