Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Damon was furious that Nyla had taken such a dangerous action without consulting him.

On top of that, Cyrus had caused the Jaystons' bankruptcy, and Damon himself was a Sumner. He wasn't sure if Nyla might also harbor some resentment toward him.

After sitting in the car for a long time, Damon was about to leave when he saw Nyla walking out of her building in casual clothes, carrying two bags of trash. His gaze automatically settled on her, and his previously cold demeanor softened.

Nyla noticed Damon's car as well and hesitated for a moment. After tossing the trash into the bin, she walked over to his car.

As she stopped a few steps from the car, the window on the driver's side rolled down. Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Finally, Nyla bit her lip and spoke slowly. "Uncle Damon, are you here... to reprimand me?"

Damon's gaze darkened, then he smirked. "If I were here to reprimand you, do you think you'd be standing here talking to me?"

Nyla turned pale and found it difficult to meet his gaze, instinctively lowering her eyes. "Then what brings you here?"

Seeing her evasive reaction, Damon frowned and abruptly opened the car door to get out.

Nyla froze, a wave of panic rising in her chest. She instinctively wanted to step back, but Damon's deep voice stopped her. "Don't move!"

shadow over her, and the unique scent of pine surrounded

trembled at her sides, feeling an impending danger she couldn't escape. Damon's intimidating presence was overwhelming, and just his silence made her want to flee. "Uncle

his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to draw her in, and her eyes flickered with panic. She clutched the hem of

my brother to the police. Now everyone in the Sumners despises you, and Clark probably won't help you. Did you

slightly She had only wanted to see Cyrus behind bars and hadn't considered the possibility of

about it, knowing how easily the Sumners could crush

a deep breath. "No matter what, I need

Damon's eyes flared with anger, and

to ask for help? Did

this justice more important than

"Yes," Nyla answered.

anger shifted into a cold, bitter smile. "Fine. Don't

her, turned, and got back into the car,

understand why he was so upset, but since he was there, it was

I hope

me privately again.