Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Lydia quickly brought the first-aid kit and said, "Ms. Kinsey, please go sit on the couch. Let me take care of your injury."

Nyla shook her head, looking gratefully at Lydia. "No need. I can do it myself."

"Let me help. It's not easy for you to do it alone," Lydia advised.

Seeing Lydia's insistence, Nyla finally nodded. "Alright, Lydia. I'll trouble you."

Nyla gently wiped the tears from Mason's face and said softly, "Buddy, don't cry anymore. Mommy is fine."

Mason sniffled, gripping the hem of Nyla's shirt tightly, his eyes filled with fear.

Nyla led Mason to the couch and sat down while Lydia quickly and skillfully tended to her wound.

As Lydia picked up the first-aid kit to leave, she noticed Damon still standing there with a stern expression.

Unable to hold back, she spoke up. "Mr. Sumner, I don't know what conflict you have with Ms. Kinsey, but it's not right to let her get hurt. You shouldn't fight, especially in front of Buddy. He's still young, and your constant arguing will affect him." Damon glared at her. "Lydia, just stick to your job. I didn't bring you here to lecture me."

awkward, Lydia lowered her head and fell

living room descended into silence, and

Brandon walked in

eyebrow and informed, "Uncle Damon, there are

and walking straight to the study, with Brandon hurrying to keep

hadn't left yet and looked at him coldly. "Is

"Uncle Damon, did you have a fight with

of your business," Damon

gloomy expression, Brandon realized he had hit

a child for you. What o you want? If you keep arguing with her,

more do

"Do you know why Valarie ignored you, despite you pursuing her for

for a moment, then couldn't help but grit his teeth. "That's crossing the line,

other people's business isn't crossing the

gaze, Brandon raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I won't say anything more. I have work at the company, so I'll head back now."