Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1193

Nyla pressed her lips together. "Dad, don't worry. Since I've chosen to go to Meristate, I've already prepared myself to face whatever comes my way. You don't need to worry about me."

Harrison wanted to say more, but just then, the hospital room door opened. The housekeeper entered with a bag of clean clothes for him.

"Ms. Kinsey, has Mr. Jayston woken up?" she asked.

Nyla nodded. "Yes, he's awake. The doctor just came by and said there's nothing serious for now. They'll continue monitoring him over the next few days."

"Alright, Ms. Kinsey. If you have things to take care of, you can go ahead. I'll stay here and call you if anything comes up," the housekeeper offered.

Since there wasn't much for Nyla to do at the hospital, she nodded and stood up. "Alright. If anything happens, call me immediately. If it gets too difficult for you to manage alone, I'll hire a couple of nurses to help."

The housekeeper quickly waved her hands. "No need, no need. I can handle it on my own."

"Okay." Nyla turned to Harrison and spoke softly. "Dad, I'm going home to cook some soup for you. I'll bring it over in the afternoon. As for going to Meristate, it's my decision. You don't have to worry. Just focus on resting and getting better."

Harrison was silent for a while before sighing. "You have your own thoughts, and I can't control you anymore... Do whatever you want."

Without responding, Nyla turned and left.

out of the hospital, her phone

home. I'm heading to the hospital

already awake. I'm heading back now,"

come pick you up,"

take a cab. It's faster,"

...

home a

she stepped into the living room, she saw Damon sitting on the

the carpet nearby,

Damon lowered his voice and said into the phone, "Let's leave it at that for now. I'll contact

up, he got up and took the bag from

said aid he

for a few days. If all goes

first. You didn't even have breakfast this

Nyla went to the kitchen to

behind her, wrapping his arms

days peacefully with you and Buddy, but why do so many things

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