Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Mr. Sumner, if you no longer love Nyla, please let her go, considering the eight years of your relationship.

"Don't continue clinging to a mistress while refusing to divorce her, draining whatever little love is left between you."

With that, Valarie turned and left without caring how unpleasant Clark's expression became.

Clark's fingers holding the phone turned faintly white, his gaze heavy and cold. His phone kept ringing. and he walked to the stairwell to answer.

"What is it?"

Jordyn's voice sounded grave from the phone. "Clark, I have something important to tell you."

"I'm busy right now." Just as Clark was about to hang up, something said on the other end froze him in place. After several seconds, he spoke in a low voice. "I'll come see you shortly."

Back in the hospital room, Valarie saw that Nyla had woken up and quickly approached her bedside." Nyla, I've already asked for soup to be prepared for you. It should arrive soon. Just rest a little longer.' "Okay."

Not long after, Clark pushed open the door and entered the room.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Seeing his grim expression, Valarie sneered. "Mr. Sumner, finished chatting with your mistress?"

Clark frowned at her, clearly displeased. If Valarie hadn't been Nyla's friend, he would have dealt with the Weirs long ago for speaking to him like that.

"Nyla, there's a contract issue at the company. I need to go back to handle it. I'll come back after it's resolved," Clark told Nyla.

Nyla lay with closed eyes, not responding, clearly uninterested in engaging with him.

Beside her, Valarie mocked, "Is it really a company issue, or is it something with Jordyn? Mr. Sumner, you should know in your heart."

Clark looked coldly at her. "Valarie, because you're Nyla's friend, I've been tolerant of you. If you don't want the Weirs to suffer bankruptcy, stop challenging my limits again and again."

Maybe Valarie had been working behind the scenes to incite Nyla's resistance to him. Upon thinking that, Clark's anger flared, his gaze darkening even more.

Hearing him threaten Valarie, Nyla frowned and opened her eyes to look at him. "If you're leaving, just go. Don't bother coming tonight. Valarie is here."

Her detachment pierced Clark. "Nyla, it really is a company matter that's forcing me to leave."

His explanation didn't seem to matter to Nyla anymore

"It's fine. Just go," she said.

Seeing Nyla close her eyes again, Clark pursed his lips and turned to leave.

As the hospital room door opened and then closed, the room fell silent.

Valarie held Nyla's hand, gritting her teeth. "Nyla, ignore him. Once you're better, I'll arrange for male escorts at the club for you-

one each day. Since this scumbag won't divorce, let's give him a heap of cuckoldry!"

Nyla couldn't help but smile, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. "No need. He's not worth me ruining myself."

"How is this ruining yourself? It's called enjoying life! When I move out from home in a while, I'll get myself a male escort." Nyla was rendered speechless.

After leaving the hospital, Clark drove straight to find Jordyn. As he opened the door, he asked coldly," What's the report?"

Jordyn stepped aside to let him in, handing him a medical report from the table.

"Clark, I didn't mean to look... When you and Ms. Jayston were having your checkup, I hadn't left the Sumner Group yet, so I used my number. That's why when the report came out, the clinic called me to pick When Jordyn was Clark's secretary, she managed his daily life, including tasks like picking up reports. Clark ignored her explanation and opened the medical report.

When Clark saw that Nyla had been diagnosed with infertility, he suddenly tightened

his grip on the report, his fingertips turning faintly white. He hadn't expected that after three years of trying, it was Nyla who couldn't conceive!

and Ms.

Noticing his unpleasant expression, Jordyn spoke cautiously, "Clark, previously, when you Jayston weren't planning for children, you only did routine checkups. If it weren't for this preconception check, maybe you-

"That's enough!" Clark coldly interrupted her, his gaze intense as if he could devour her.

Jordyn couldn't help but tremble, not daring to speak again.

"Has anyone else seen this medical report besides you?" Clark asked.

Jordyn shook her head, cautiously replying, "No... Clark are you planning to keep this matter a secret?"

"It's none of your concern. Pretend you know nothing about it. If a single word leaks out, I'll make sure you suffer, he warned.

Hurt flickered in Jordyn's eyes. "Don't you trust me? And... even now that you know Ms. Jayston can't bear children, you don't plan to divorce her?"