Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Nyla replied.

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get back to cleaning now," the cleaning lady replied.

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

The cleaning lady quickly returned to the kitchen, and soon the sounds of clattering came from inside.

Nyla helped Harrison sit down on the sofa. He looked around the living room with a sense of nostalgia.

His eyes landed on the lines on the wall that marked Nyla's height, and he couldn't help but smile. "Nyla, go stand by that height chart. I want to see how tall you are now." Following his gaze, Nyla smiled and walked over to the entrance, leaning against the wall.

The highest mark barely reached her waist, and Harrison sighed softly. "I remember the last height mark was made by your mother."

Nyla nodded, a hint of sadness crossing her face. Not long after that line had been recorded, her parents had divorced.

the country, Nyla had been on her way to an out-of-town competition. She hadn't even had the chance

was no longer marked on the wall. When the company finally stabilized, he moved them to

Nyla thought Harrison had probably been trying to avoid thinking about her mother, burying himself

seemed to be an effort

Damon spoke up. "Nyla, which room is yours? Show

what her childhood room had

and pointed to the room on the

cat on the door. The cat's ears and paws were missing, leaving behind

deep breath, and slowly

her sleep on restless nights, guiding her hand gently as she learned to write, staying up

tears, Nyla

in, glancing

solid wooden table, a wooden stool, a

folded with a small pillow.on top. It was clear someone had been keeping the room