When Nyla returned home, she messaged HR to request a day off and slept until nearly noon.Upon checking her phone, she noticed several missed calls and a text message.[Ms. Jayston, your medical report is ready. Our staff tried calling you but couldn't reach you. You can either pick up a hard copy at the hospital's medical office or call us back to receive an electronic version. Have a great day!]Nyla immediately called the hospital to request an electronic copy of the report. As she opened it, her heart sank.The result was devastating—she was indeed infertile.Her eyes filled with tears, not because of Clark, but because her dream of having her own child seemed impossible. She might never be able to become a mother.Her phone slipped from her hand as she covered her eyes, tears streaming down her face.After an unknown amount of time, she finally calmed down.Taking a deep breath, she washed her face and decided to visit another hospital for a second opinion soon. If the in
Melody glanced at Nyla, hesitated for a moment, but kept her thoughts to herself. When the attack occurred, she had been too slow to react, but Nyla had immediately rushed to Damon's side, shielding him from the blow.Melody had a vague sense that Nyla's feelings for Damon might be different. However, since they only exchanged greetings at the company and never showed signs of closeness, she wasn't sure about their relationship.Lost in thought, Melody was jolted back to the present by Nyla's serious tone. "There's a leak in the filter paper. Didn't you notice?"Melody snapped back to reality and looked down, spotting a hole in the bottom of the filter paper. The solution had leaked through and contaminated the previously filtered liquid, meaning they would need to start over."I am sorry, Nyla. I didn't notice," Melody apologized."There's no need to apologize. Just be more careful when doing experiments. If you can't focus, take a break," Nyla replied calmly.The experiment the
Nyla's eyes widened in surprise. "What kind of surprise?""If I tell you now, it won't be a surprise, will it?" Valarie countered."Alright then," Nyla conceded.After Nyla and Valarie finished shopping and were about to leave, they unexpectedly ran into Jordyn and Cindy, who were also shopping and carrying multiple bags."What are you doing out shopping late at night instead of staying home? That dress you're holding—you couldn't afford it even if you worked a whole year. My son works hard for his money, and you don't do anything to help him except spend it all," Cindy scolded.Cindy's gaze at Nyla was almost burning with anger. If Valarie hadn't been there, Cindy would have been even harsher, especially given Nyla's affair with Damon.Valarie hadn't expected Cindy to be so harsh toward Nyla in public. She sneered and was about to speak when Nyla interjected, "Mrs. Sumner, it appears that the money you and Ms. Cheatham are spending also comes from Clark. While it's understandabl
Clark had recently faced numerous issues with the Sumner Group, and as CEO, he had to prioritize company matters.Nyla wasn't disappointed at all. She lowered her gaze and said, "I don't really want anything. It's okay if you don't get me a gift."Clark frowned. "Then I'll just get what I had in mind.""Alright," Nyla complied.They fell into silence. Clark looked at her, hoping she would tell him to take care as she used to before his business trips, but she kept her eyes down and said nothing.Eventually, he stopped expecting anything from her."I still have some work to finish. Get some rest early," he said.With that, he turned and left.Back in his study, he had just settled in when he received a call from Michael."Mr. Sumner, I checked, and Ms. Cheatham's father does indeed need a kidney transplant. However, there isn't a suitable donor yet, so he's still in the ICU," Michael informed him."I understand. Have someone look for a kidney donation," Clark instructed."Oka
"Understood!" Spencer replied but then turned back to look at him, his expression hesitant."Is there something else?" Damon asked."It's not a big deal... It's just... With Ms. Jayston's birthday coming up, should we prepare a gift for her?" Spencer asked.Damon frowned, his gaze showing irritation. "What does her birthday have to do with me?"Spencer quickly shook his head. "No, nothing...""In the future, you don't need to report anything about her to me. Professionally, she's just an employee from Park Pharmaceuticals. Personally, she's my niece-in-law. We need to keep our distance," Damon clarified.Spencer lowered his head. "Understood, Mr. Sumner."…Back at home, Jacqueline was fuming.After learning that Nyla had refused to help, Jacqueline's father, Byron Rainford, scolded her and instructed her to keep trying until Nyla agreed to assist.She was burning with frustration. Given Nyla's attitude that morning, continuing seemed pointless.While she was brooding, she s
Nyla rushed over to Valarie, but in her panic, she stumbled and fell beside her.Valarie's eyes were closed, her clothes torn and ragged, and her face bore visible handprints.Seeing the blood pooling beneath Valarie, Nyla finally remembered to call for emergency help. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her phone, dialing several times before finally getting through.With a trembling voice, she reported that someone had fallen from a building, choking up as she provided the address.After hanging up, Nyla dared not touch Valarie. She trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.Valarie had come here to celebrate her birthday. If something happened to her, Nyla would never forgive herself.Nearby, a black Maybach was stopped at a red light.Noticing the crowd gathered around the hotel, Spencer glanced over curiously and then frowned.He spoke up. "Mr. Sumner, the person in the center of the crowd appears to be Ms. Jayston—"Before he finished speaking, the sound of
Damon's expression darkened as he said coldly, "Then check the surveillance footage around the hotel.""Understood. I'll get on it right away," Spencer replied.After ending the call, Damon approached Nyla. She spoke in a hoarse voice. "What's the update? Have you figured out what happened?""Not yet, but it should be soon," Damon answered.Nyla nodded, lowering her gaze. "Uncle Damon, I'm really grateful for your help today. It's getting late, so you should go back. I'll stay here."Damon looked at her. She was staring down, her hands tightly clenched, and her body still trembling. He remained silent for a moment before sitting down beside her."I'll stay with you," he said firmly.Nyla said nothing more, silently praying that Valarie would be okay.Soon, Valarie's parents arrived after hearing the news. When they learned that Valarie had fallen while going to celebrate Nyla's birthday, Phoebe Shersby, Valarie's mother, turned icy."I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Weir..." Nyla ap
Damon's gaze turned icy as if he could kill with a stare.Phoebe felt a pang of guilt under his harsh scrutiny. However, as she gazed at her daughter in the ICU, uncertain of her fate, her anger reignited."Mr. Sumner, I'm not afraid of you. After all, my daughter is in this state. What do I have to lose?" she stated boldly.Nyla stepped forward, looking up at Damon. "Uncle Damon, it's natural for Mrs. Weir to be upset. She's Valarie's mother. I'm fine."Jonathan sighed and turned to Nyla. "Ms. Jayston, you should go home for now. I'll let you know if Valarie improves."Although Nyla longed to stay, she realized her presence would only add to the tension. "Okay," she agreed.Nyla took one last glance at Valarie through the glass, took a deep breath, and turned to leave. Instead of going home, she found a quiet bench in the hospital lobby."Uncle Damon, you should go back now," she suggested.Damon stood firm. "And you?""I'm staying here tonight. I won't be able to sleep at