If these pieces of evidence were exposed, they would ensure that both Cyrus and Clement spent the rest of their lives in prison.Nyla made several copies of the files and stored them in different locations before finally shutting down her computer.With this evidence in hand, she had the power to fight back if the Sumners failed to keep their promises.Regardless of whether they honored their word, she was determined to hand over these files to the police eventually, ensuring that Clement and Cyrus would face the consequences of their actions.…The next morning, as Nyla arrived at the office, Melody greeted her excitedly. "Nyla! I can't believe it—you're married to Clark Sumner, the CEO of the Sumner Group! Doesn't that mean Mr. Damon Sumner of Prospectus Technology is your uncle?"It was no wonder she had always felt that Damon treated Nyla with a certain level of care—it turned out they were family.Nyla frowned slightly. "How do you know about this?"This explained why she
Surprise flashed in Nyla's eyes. Why would Damon suddenly invite her to dinner?As she hesitated, another message from him appeared on her phone.Damon: [I'll be waiting in the parking lot at 6:30 p.m.]It seemed he wasn't giving her a chance to refuse.Considering that he had helped persuade Richard to agree to her divorce from Clark, she felt she owed him a meal as a thank you.Nyla replied with a simple "Okay". She then put her phone away and focused on her experiment."Nyla, our recent experiments have been going really well. In a little while, we should be able to start testing on lab mice," Melody said excitedly.Nyla shook her head. "It's not that simple. Before we move to trials, we need to go through countless experiments and trial and error to find the best solution. It can take years, even over a decade, for a drug to go from research to market."Melody looked shocked, momentarily pausing her work with the test tubes. "It takes that long?""Yes, and even during tria
Nyla's voice was gentle yet resolute.Damon knew her well enough to understand that once she made up her mind, no one could change it. Thus, he didn't press the matter further.As they arrived at the restaurant entrance, they ran into Clark and Jordyn.The moment Clark saw Nyla and Damon together, his expression turned cold."Uncle Damon, why are you here alone with Nyla?" Clark asked icily."I helped her out with something, and she's treating me to dinner to thank me. Is that a problem? Or are you just eager to provide the tabloids with more material? Perhaps you want to give the paparazzi more evidence of your affair?" Damon retorted.Clark sneered. This restaurant was one of the most private in the city—only the wealthy and influential dined there. The paparazzi wouldn't dare to invade this space."Since we've run into each other, why don't we all have dinner together?" Clark suggested.Damon shot him a frosty glance. "Sitting your pregnant mistress at the same table as your
Clark let out a cold laugh. "If you dare get in the car with Uncle Damon, I'll call my grandparents and tell them he has feelings for you!"Nyla frowned, shocked at how low Clark was willing to go.The air around Damon instantly turned icy. He fixed Clark with a piercing stare, his presence overwhelming. "If you think you can handle the consequences, go ahead and make the call.""Uncle Damon, all you ever do is threaten me with the Sumner Group. But guess what? I don't care about the Sumner Group anymore," Clark said, attempting to sound confident.To Damon, it was almost laughable. He sneered. "You don't care about the Sumner Group? Or is it because your affair photos went viral and your grandfather is so disappointed in you that he's planning to demote you to one of the subsidiary companies? Soon, you won't even be the CEO of the Sumner Group."Clark's face flushed with embarrassment as Damon exposed the truth."It's just a temporary demotion. It doesn't mean I won't have the c
Wren's voice was pleading, but a chill ran down Nyla's spine. This must be the real reason she had called.Nyla had already been blackmailed by Clark numerous times with the promise of a kidney donation for her father, only to be betrayed when the kidney was given to Jordyn's father instead."Wren, I can't agree to this," Nyla replied firmly. "A person can't live without bottom lines. If I compromise this time, I'll be letting Clark control me forever."She had compromised too many times before, each instance leading to more pain and betrayal from Clark. She wouldn't trust him again, nor would she compromise.There was a long silence on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of the call being disconnected.Nyla had no intention of calling back. She simply put down her phone and went to take a shower.…The next few days passed quietly.Clark didn't reach out, and Nyla's life returned to its calm routine.Just when she thought she could approach Richard in about a wee
Richard's call at that moment filled Clark with dread."Grandpa..." he began hesitantly.Richard's voice crackled with anger. "Don't call me Grandpa! I don't have such a foolish grandson! The news about that woman's pregnancy has caused a huge scandal, and it's already affecting the Sumner Group's stock prices. You need to resign and leave the company immediately!"Clark's face drained of color. "Grandpa... what about my transfer to the subsidiary?""Don't even think about it. The board is extremely dissatisfied with you right now. You need to handle this scandal. If you can't clean up this mess, don't bother coming back to the company!" Richard bellowed.The words struck Clark like a bolt of lightning, and panic washed over him. "Grandpa, I promise I'll resolve this as quickly as possible. There won't be a next time. If the board members have concerns, I'm willing to start from the bottom at the subsidiary."If he was expelled from the Sumner Group altogether and barred from the
Brandon didn't get angry. He calmly replied, "At least I won't cause a scandal that tanks the company's stock price by getting a mistress pregnant. Don't you agree?"Clark glared at him, an intense and menacing aura surrounding him. "Get out!""I'll wait for you to pack up your office so that I can move in tomorrow," Brandon taunted.Soon, everyone left the office, leaving Clark alone. He swept the documents off his desk in a fit of rage and stormed out.…An hour later, Jordyn entered Clark's car with a small suitcase through the back gate of her apartment complex."Clark, thank goodness for you. I really don't know what I would've done without you…" she said.Clark drove in silence, his face dark and stormy.Sensing his foul mood, Jordyn bit her lip. "Clark… Shouldn't we try to suppress the news about my pregnancy?"Clark's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You don't need to worry about that. Your priority now is to make sure the baby is born."A glint appeared in Jord
When Nyla saw the so-called "evidence" on Clark's phone, her eyes filled with sarcasm. "So, based on this chat screenshot, you've decided it was me?""That's not all," Clark replied, his tone cold. "There's also a recording."He played the recording right in front of Nyla.As she listened, she finally understood—it was all a setup, specifically designed to frame her. She couldn't figure out what the person behind this stood to gain."This voice does sound a lot like mine," Nyla said calmly. "However, if you take it to a forensic lab, you'll see it's been fabricated."Clark's gaze was full of disappointment as he looked at her. "I gave you the evidence you asked for, but you're still denying it? Nyla, when did you become so malicious?""Is it that I'm malicious, or that you want to believe I am? You didn't even bother to have this recording or the chat logs authenticated, yet you've decided it was me. If I really wanted to leak Jordyn's pregnancy, would I leave such obvious eviden
"That's more like it," Valarie chirped.Nyla couldn't help but say, "Valarie, stop bullying Brandon all the time."Brandon turned to her and sighed dramatically. "Aunt Nyla, since you mentioned it, I have to say something. You have no idea what I've been through these past six months, I— Ouch!"Before he could finish, Valarie pinched his waist. "What was that? Tell me, Brandon. Have you been unhappy these past six months?""N-No... I've been very happy..." Brandon winced."Have I bullied you then?" Valarie pressed."No..." Brandon murmured.Valarie huffed. "If not, then keep your mouth shut, or Nyla will really think I mistreat you." Brandon gave her a pitiful look, lowering his head like a scolded puppy.Before they married, Valarie had been gentle and beautiful in his eyes. But after marriage, he realized how wrong he had been.Gentle and beautiful? All an illusion.If he stayed out drinking and came home late, he'd have to choose between sleeping on the couch or outside.
Taking Mia to work was exhausting, but every time she smiled at Damon, it made everything worth it."She'll be fine. Didn't you just say she loves us both equally? She'll cry for a bit, but if you stop taking her to the office, she'll get used to being at home," Nyla reasoned.Seeing Nyla's determination, Damon finally relented. "Alright, we'll try it tomorrow. But if she cries too much, you'll have to take her to the office.""Deal!" Nyla said....After getting ready for work the next morning, Damon kissed Mia on the cheek and headed for the door.As soon as he changed his shoes at the entrance, she reached her little arms toward him, asking to be held. She had grown so accustomed to going to the office with him every day that it had become a reflex.Damon glanced at Nyla. "Nyla, maybe today we should—"Nyla interrupted, "Nope. You go to work. And if you're free for lunch, don't bother coming home. If you need to work late, no rush to come back either."Damon chuckled. "You'
"Brandon, from now on, I'm entrusting Valarie to you," Jonathan said. "She's been spoiled by us and can be a little willful at times. I hope you'll be patient with her in your marriage, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together."Brandon held Valarie's hand tightly, his expression solemn. "Dad, don't worry. I'll cherish her with all my heart."Jonathan nodded, stepping down from the stage. He discreetly wiped away his tears.After exchanging vows and rings, Valarie and Brandon sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by cheers and applause.…On the way home from the wedding, Nyla glanced at Damon. "I saw Mr. Weir wipe his tears so many times today. When Bunny gets married, you'll definitely be just like him, sneaking off somewhere to cry."Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his gaze sharpening. "No one will ever be good enough for my daughter. If she never gets married, we'll take care of her for the rest of our lives."Nyla raised an eyebrow and
"Of course! When's the wedding?" Nyla asked.Valarie shook her head. "We haven't decided yet. He'll come to my house in a few days to discuss it with my parents."Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're about to get really busy. Planning a wedding alone will take a lot of work.""Yeah, I'm already getting a headache just thinking about it," Valarie replied....For the next few months, Valarie was completely consumed by wedding preparations and work, barely having time to catch her breath.The wedding was set for August 8th, leaving them with less than six months to finalize everything.Valarie even traveled abroad several times to meet with designers and ensure her wedding dress was exactly what she wanted.Beyond the dress, she and Brandon spent hours discussing every detail—from the venue to the wedding favors and bouquet choices....After months of nonstop planning, the big day finally arrived.Valarie was already up, getting her hair and makeup done at 2:00 a.m.By the time N
Valarie looked up and saw the approaching glow.When the figure finally stopped in front of her, she realized it was Brandon.Frowning, she asked, "Where did you go? I waited so long for you. And what are you hiding behind your back?"Brandon flipped his phone face-down on the table, revealing the flowers he had hidden. Then he dropped to one knee."Valarie, I had planned a perfect proposal for you, but when you asked earlier about the meaning of wearing a wedding dress, I knew I couldn't wait any longer."Before I met you, my life revolved solely around work. I never paused for anyone—I never cared whether the sun was rising or setting, or if the moon was full or waning. But everything changed after I met you."I began cherishing the thought of greeting you every morning, sharing meals with you, and standing by your side for life."Valarie, I want every morning to begin with us waking up together, and every night to end with us holding each other as we fall asleep."Finally, B
Of course, every time they visited Valarie's home, Phoebe would subtly—or sometimes not so subtly—hint that they should get married.Brandon had always assumed Valarie wasn't interested in marriage since she never responded to those hints. He hadn't considered proposing.But today, seeing her so excited about picking out baby clothes made him start to imagine a future with her—building a family, raising a child.That thought filled his heart with warmth.After more than three hours of shopping, they finally left the mall, their arms full of bags.Once they loaded everything into the car, Valarie turned to Brandon. "I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat."Brandon nodded. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?""I'm not picky. Is there anything good around here? I don't feel like going too far," she replied.Brandon paused, then said, "There's a place with ethnic cuisine nearby. I went there once for a business meeting—it was pretty authentic. Want to give it a try?""Sounds g
Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know.""I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said."Okay," Nyla replied.Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?""He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked."She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?""Of course! I've said befor
Once they were in the car, Nyla suddenly recalled Damon's phone call earlier. "By the way, what did Alexander want?"After a brief pause, Damon glanced at her. "He said Ms. Kinsey left you an inheritance and asked when we'd be able to go to Meristate to take care of it."Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "Call him later and tell him to donate it or keep it for himself. I don't want it.""Alright," Damon replied.When they arrived home, Damon helped Nyla settle onto the couch, placing a pillow behind her back for support. Then, he said seriously, "Nyla, you've been through enough. Let's not have any more kids after this."During her first pregnancy with Mason, Damon hadn't been around, so he hadn't realized how difficult it was for her.Now, experiencing this pregnancy with her, every checkup and blood draw made his heart ache.Once Nyla gave birth, he planned to get a vasectomy. Two kids were enough for them.Nyla shot him a look. "This wasn't exactly planned, was
More than half an hour later, Nyla finally stirred from her nap.When she opened her eyes, she found Damon sitting by her bed, watching her. She froze for a moment, caught off guard.Rubbing her eyes, she realized he was still there and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.She slowly sat up, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your study working?""I missed you, so I came to see you," Damon replied.Nyla narrowed her eyes. "You definitely have something to say if you're here all of a sudden."Damon chuckled, a little helpless. "I guess I can't fool you.""Of course not. I know you too well. Ever since I got pregnant, you've never come to see me like this in the afternoon," Nyla said."Alright. Go freshen up first, and I'll wait for you downstairs," Damon suggested."Okay," Nyla replied.After washing up, she went downstairs and sat beside Damon. "Alright, tell me. What's going on? You're acting all mysterious."Damon hesitated for a moment befo