Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Nyla glanced at Oliver with a mix of resignation and nodded. "Alright, you should head back now. You can still get a few hours of sleep before dawn." "Okay, stay safe. Call me if anything comes up," Oliver said.

After seeing him off, Nyla pulled out her suitcase and began packing. In less than half an hour, she was ready to leave.

The trip from Capitarnia to Saintornia would take over three hours.

Nyla hadn't slept all night and felt utterly exhausted, yet sleep refused to come. If it were up to her, she would never set foot in Saintornia again.

But for Mason, she had to go back.

Cyrus had just reached the entrance of the Sumner residence when Damon's men blocked his path.

"What's the meaning of this? Am I not even allowed into my own home?" Cyrus demanded.

A cold voice echoed from the group. "Of course you are, Cyrus. Welcome back."

At the sight of Damon, Cyrus' expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Damon, I heard you've locked up Dad. Have you lost your mind?" Cyrus exclaimed.

Damon smirked, unfazed by Cyrus' glare. "What are you talking about? I'm just concerned for Dad. He's getting old and doesn't need to be burdened with my problems. I thought it'd be best for him to rest at home for a while. How does that sound like locking him up?" Cyrus ground his teeth, his voice cold. "I don't want your excuses. I want to see him."

"Fine," Damon replied, gesturing to the bodyguards to move aside.

"I wonder if Dad regrets handing the Sumner Group over

own skills couldn't match Damon's. As much as he hated to admit it, Damon was better suited to run the Sumner

can always ask him,"

walked straight into the residence without

room, he noticed

Damon was doing was no different from imprisoning

to see

Richard just took his medicine. You can go in directly,

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him.

Cyrus froze. "What medicine?!"

supplement he takes every day," the

sigh of relief. If Damon had given

open the door

looking far older than he

hair had turned completely white, and Cyrus' eyes welled with

years, he had wanted to return to see Richard many times, but he had always

his father, his longing

had been neither a good son, nor a good father, and certainly not a

en

let too

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