Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1137

Damon let out a chuckle, his expression full of mockery. "A better life? Then where were you when the Jaystons went bankrupt? Why didn't you take her to Meristate to live this so-called better life then?

"Let's not pretend—your real reason for coming back is obvious. No need to spout these hypocritical lies."

The other end of the call fell silent.

Alexander hadn't expected Damon to uncover his real reason for his arrival to Saintornia so quickly.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Even if my motives aren't entirely pure, taking her and Buddy to Meristate would undeniably offer them a better life, wouldn't it?"

"A better life? Or a life of constant fear? I won't let her become a pawn in your family's power struggles. If you want to take her and Buddy, you'll have to go through me first," Damon gritted through his teeth.

"If she comes to Meristate with me, she'll have a strong chance of inheriting the Nixon fortune. Mr. Sumner, you haven't even asked Nyla how she feels-how do you know she doesn't want to live a life of luxury and prestige?" Alexander retorted.

If Nyla became the Nixon heiress, her life would reach unimaginable heights, with wealth that would last several lifetimes. Surely, such a life would be better than staying in Saintornia.

"Aren't you telling me this because she turned you down this morning?" Damon taunted.

If Nyla had truly wanted that kind of life, Alexander wouldn't be wasting his breath with Damon right now.

because she doesn't yet understand what the Nixons represent. Once she knows,

see who

up,

to earn Nyla's trust and love. There was no way he'd let anyone

...

Damon returned

Mason. She was drawing while

best efforts, Mason couldn't guess her drawing before time

she was trying to depict, Mason

and her drawing... not only didn't match, but

vision, there was

guess it.

wrong, Buddy? Are you upset because

"Mommy, I think you're just not cut out

playing for a

single one of her drawings had been guessable. Even Mondrian would have called

a moment, then burst out laughing. "Why

drawings are way too abstract. No one but