Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

After watching Nyla enter the apartment complex, Damon left.

On his way back to the company, he was deep in thought about how to ensure that Clark and Nyla would divorce smoothly.

Since Clark's legs were now disabled from saving Nyla, he might use this as leverage to keep her with him. Damon's gaze grew colder as he considered this possibility. Meanwhile, in Cyrus' study...

"Make sure that driver keeps his mouth shut. If this leads back to me, I won't let you off!" he barked.

A man in his 30s, with his head lowered, stood before Cyrus' desk and replied, "Mr. Sumner, don't worry. He was dying anyway. He'll definitely keep quiet for the sake of his family." Cyrus nodded, his eyes filled with calculation. "Good. Make sure the money for his family is in cash. Leave no evidence."

"Understood!" the man answered.

After his subordinate left, Cyrus leaned back in his chair with a cold smirk.

...

of soup, only to hear Clark's

I don't believe this! I can't be disabled!

flung open, and Cindy and Jordyn walked out with

seeing Nyla, Jordyn's eyes flashed with

will never walk again.

a mistress would have the audacity to question her. Not wanting to argue in the hospital hallway and give others a show, she ignored Jordyn and walked into the room. As soon as she stepped inside,

don't want to see anyone right

and said coldly, "I don't want to see you either. Can you leave me alone for a while?" Nyla pursed her lips, carefully

that you might regret saving me. But nothing can be changed now.

important than these legs. I even feel fortunate that I

hands clenching involuntarily, her gaze

With resignation, Clark continued.

wanted a divorce.

'don't have