Nyla's face turned pale as she snatched the phone back from Clark's hand. "I'll head there right away!"Clark grabbed her hand. "I'll go with you."Without giving Nyla a chance to refuse, he pulled her along toward the door.Nyla tried to shake off his grip but failed, frowning in frustration. "Let go of me. I can go by myself."Clark looked back at her with a hint of helplessness. "Nyla, your father's health is at stake right now. Let's put aside our argument for later, okay?"Nyla had wanted to point out that their situation wasn't just a simple argument, but her father's condition was more pressing. She didn't have the energy to argue with him either.…They rushed to the emergency room, where they saw Wren Hackett anxiously waiting on a bench in the corridor, her eyes red.Nyla hurried over. "Wren, what happened? Wasn't Dad's condition stable all this time? Why did he suddenly collapse?"The doctors had previously assured them that as long as Harrison avoided stress, his c
Clark hurried forward and squatted beside Harrison. "Dad, rest assured. I'll always treat Nyla well.""Mm. As long as you treat her well, that's all I ask for."Seeing Harrison's eyelids droop from the lingering anesthesia, Nyla quickly called out to him. "Dad, the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet. You can't sleep."Throughout the night, Nyla and Clark took turns watching over Harrison. As dawn approached, the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, allowing Harrison to finally rest.Shortly after dawn, Wren arrived with freshly made soup. "Nyla, Clark, you two stayed up all night. You should go home now. I'll take care of things here."After a night of vigil, Nyla could barely keep her eyes open. She nodded. "Okay, Wren. If there's anything, call me. I'll be resting at home on Saturday and Sunday."Wren unintentionally frowned as she thought, "Hasn't Nyla been unemployed? Why would she mention resting on weekends?"Before she could ask, nurses entered to conduct exami
A chill swept over Nyla, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.Clark's gaze darkened as he noticed the faint curves on her chest, and he leaned down to kiss her collarbone."Don't touch me!" Nyla struggled desperately, but she was pinned by Clark.The inherent power disparity between a man and a woman left her with no chance of escape. Her face contorted with disgust and anger. Even the slightest touch from him made her feel nauseous to the extreme."Nyla, your refusal won't work this time."Only by getting her pregnant would she stay by his side.Clark ignored Nyla's disgusted gaze and lowered his head to kiss her lips.The next moment, Nyla bit down hard on Clark's lips, the taste of blood spreading in their mouths.Clark released Nyla, wiped the blood from his mouth with a sneer, and gripped her chin to force her to look at him. "Nyla, you can't escape today."Just as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone again, a series of knocks suddenly sounded at the door. "Mr. Clark,
If Clark had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first place. Hanging up, he glanced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking toward the garage.…As Damon approached his car at the villa entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression."What's wrong?" Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, "Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself..."Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found Nyla looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done something reprehensible to her.Damon slammed the car door shut and demanded coldly, "What's going on?""I… I don't know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the villa and said she wanted you to give her a ride…""And you let her get in?"Damon's irritation was palpable. He had come here today to warn Clark as compensation for the night he almost
Nyla's grip on the car door tightened, her fingertips turning white. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, speaking softly. "Okay, sorry for the trouble, Uncle Damon."As soon as she closed the door, the black Maybach began to drive away. Based on Damon's earlier attitude, she guessed he didn't like her.Damon was naturally aloof, and their few encounters had been far from pleasant. It was only natural he disliked her.Nyla turned and slowly walked toward her apartment complex, soon disappearing into the stairwell.Inside the black Maybach, Spencer kept his head down and stayed silent, sensing Damon's icy aura. He had thought Damon might show some leniency since Nyla was his niece-in-law.Given that Damon had dismissed the coat Nyla tried to return, it was clear he was cold toward all women except Marie. Spencer made a mental note never to act on his own again.Damon closed his eyes to rest, but he could still smell the faint scent of gardenias from Nyla's presence in the car, ma
"Take her to the hospital." Clark was cold, his gaze devoid of any warmth as he looked at Jordyn.Under his gaze, Jordyn felt despair and sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Clark, I truly love you. Can't Mrs. Summer accept me and the baby I'm carrying?"Clark was full of disgust. "You're just a mistress. What right do you have to compare yourself to her?"Jordyn felt humiliated, choking back sobs. "During the time we were together, did you ever love me, even a little?"Clark sneered. "Do you know any man who falls for an escort?"He had entertained Jordyn only because she pursued him aggressively and was willing to do anything in bed. Love and sex were clearly distinct in his mind.The color drained from Jordyn's face—she looked as if she might collapse.She couldn't believe Clark saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything. She refused to accept this. After all her efforts to get pregnant, she couldn't stand being discarded like trash."Please, Ms. Cindy, save
"Send me the surveillance footage."After the call ended, the maid quickly sent the video.As Clark watched Nyla jump from the second floor, disheveled, into Damon's car, his expression grew darker. When he drove past earlier, Damon didn't even call out to him.Damon never meddled in others' business—why was he helping Nyla?The thought of Nyla being seen in such a state by another man ignited Clark's fury. He didn't need to guess. She had likely returned to her rented apartment.Cindy, having seen the footage too, gritted her teeth. "I told you she's not good enough for you. Look at what she's wearing! She's brought shame to the Sumners!"Clark's expression was one of frustration as he glared at Cindy. "Mom, this is my fault. You judge Nyla without even knowing the whole story. Isn't that unfair?""What do you mean? I'm standing up for you, and you're defending her? I'm your mother! Don't you think I want what's best for you?"Seeing Cindy's pained expression, Clark felt a wav
"Got it, but I need some time to process this. Please leave now."Clark frowned, noticing Nyla's indifference. "Nyla, I said I'd give you time, but can you stop pushing me away?"Frustrated by his persistence, Nyla looked him in the eye. "You say you'll give me time, but have you really? The day after I found out about your affair, you tried to force yourself on me, and today you did it again."From the start, I haven't seen any real remorse from you. You're just trying to smooth things over quickly, but I can't move on that fast. At least not right now. Do you understand?"Seeing the redness in Nyla's eyes, Clark felt a pang of guilt and regret. He reached out to hold her, but she stepped back and avoided his touch, leaving his hand suspended awkwardly in the air."Clark, in all these years of marriage, I've never wronged you. We've been together for eight years, not eight months or eight days."You betrayed me and expect me to accept it quickly. Do you think that's possible? Un