"Just say it was sent to you by someone named Pete," Damon replied.If Pete hadn't suddenly disappeared, Damon wouldn't have needed to find Valarie."Got it," Valarie said.After their discussion, Valarie decided not to stay for dinner with Damon, as they weren't close."If there's nothing else, I'll head out now," she said.Damon looked at her seriously. "Ms. Weir, please keep this matter confidential. I don't want anyone to know that I handed you this file.""Don't worry. I'll keep it to myself," Valarie assured him.Once Valarie left the restaurant, she went directly to Nyla's place.…When Nyla saw Valarie, she was pleasantly surprised. "Valarie, what are you doing here?"Valarie smiled. "I missed you, so I came by. Let me in first."Nyla stepped aside to let her in. Once they were seated in the living room, Valarie took the file from her bag and handed it to Nyla.Nyla took it with a puzzled expression. "What's this?"As soon as Nyla opened it and read a few lines, he
Nyla panicked and lunged at Clark. "Give me back my phone!"Clark stumbled backward from her sudden attack, struggling to regain his balance. He grabbed her hand and said coldly, "I came here today to discuss something with you."Nyla wrenched her hand away. "I have nothing to discuss with you."She looked up at him with a cold, unyielding gaze, her demeanor starkly different from the gentle woman he once knew."Nyla, I've informed my grandparents that I won't be returning to the Sumner Group. I'm planning to start my own business," Clark said.Nyla's expression remained unmoved. "What you do has nothing to do with me."Clark's gaze darkened. "Nyla, we're married. We're supposed to spend our lives together. Do you really want to make our relationship so strained?"His words struck Nyla as somewhat amusing. How could he still be dreaming that she would spend her life with him?Nyla's silence caused Clark's grip on the phone to tighten, his knuckles turning white.He took a deep
"Call me when you've made up your mind," Clark said.Nyla took her phone, her gaze lowered in silence. After Clark left, she quickly locked the door and propped a chair against it, finally feeling a bit of safety.After a moment of reflection, she called Damon.In the Sumner residence's living room…Richard and Marie sat on the sofa with grim expressions, while Damon stood nearby."Clark says you have feelings for a married woman. Is that true?" Richard asked, his gaze stern and scrutinizing.As Richard's most distinguished son, Damon was expected to uphold the family's reputation. Richard could not tolerate any scandal involving Damon and a married woman.Marie also looked displeased. Despite introducing Damon to many eligible young women, he hadn't shown interest in any of them. If it turned out he was interested in a married woman, it would be a major embarrassment.Realizing the matter couldn't be hidden for long, Damon decided to be straightforward. "Yes."Richard slammed
When Damon arrived at Nyla's place, it was already an hour later."What's going on?" he asked.Nyla looked up at him with reddened eyes. "Uncle Damon, can you help me find a place to stay? If I look for one myself, Clark might continue to harass me."Upon seeing the hint of vulnerability in her eyes, Damon's gaze hardened. "Did Clark come by earlier?"Nyla nodded. "Yes. I don't know where he got the keys, but he just walked in.""Alright. I'll handle the rental. Do you need help with the divorce?" Damon asked.Nyla looked down. "The divorce should be happening soon.""Got it," Damon replied.Noticing Damon's gaze resting on her, Nyla nervously clenched her hands and mustered the courage to look up at him. "If that's all, and since it's getting late, I'll see you out."Damon stood up. "No need. Get some rest."After leaving the neighborhood, Damon called Spencer. "Clark broke into Nyla's place tonight. Did the two people I asked you to arrange not notice anything?"The though
"Who gave you those documents?" Cyrus questioned.Clark's voice was icy. "Nyla sent these documents to me. Dad, did you really have something to do with the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident six years ago?"Cyrus's voice roared with anger. "How can you believe a woman over me?""It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not," Clark replied. "What matters is that Nyla is using these documents to force me into a divorce. She said if I don't agree, she'll turn them in to the police.""What?!" Cyrus ground his teeth, his voice filled with fury. "She must not be allowed to take those documents to the police!"Clark smiled bitterly. He had hoped, even if just a little, that the documents were fabricated by Nyla to pressure him into a divorce. Cyrus' reaction made it clear that everything in those documents was true."Dad, why did you do this? How am I supposed to face Nyla now?" Clark asked."I did it all for the Sumner Group. If I hadn't brought down Harris Pharmaceuticals, do you thi
When Damon arrived at the hospital an hour later, he found Nyla sitting in a chair outside the emergency room, her clothes stained with blood. She exuded a grim, lifeless aura.He frowned and quickly approached her, crouching down.Upon seeing her pale face, his gaze darkened. "Are you hurt?"Hearing Damon's voice, Nyla seemed to snap back to reality. Her red-rimmed eyes slowly focused. When she realized it was Damon, she suddenly reached out and hugged him, her voice trembling."U-Uncle Damon, Clark had an accident trying to save me… He's lost a lot of blood…" she stuttered.Noticing her unstable emotions, Damon gently patted her back and spoke softly. "It's going to be alright. Don't worry. He'll be fine.""What are you doing here?!" A sharp voice came from around the corner.Nyla instinctively pulled away from Damon and turned to see Cindy approaching them angrily, followed by Cyrus, who also looked grim.Cindy's gaze was like a knife, filled with murderous rage. Her son was
The corridor fell silent. Even the drop of a needle would have been audible.After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room door finally swung open.Cindy rushed forward to intercept the doctor. "Doctor, how is my son?""There's no immediate danger to his life, but he may never be able to walk again. Please be prepared for that," the doctor replied."What?" Cindy staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She grabbed the doctor's hand desperately. "Doctor, he's my only son. You have to save him!"If Clark were to become disabled, he'd lose any chance of inheriting the Sumner Group. Richard would never hand over the company to someone unable to walk.The doctor pushed her hand away and shook his head. "I've done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regular ward soon. You can visit him there."Cindy spun around to face Nyla and charged at her. "Nyla, you wretched woman! You've done this to my son. I won't let you get away with it!"Before she could rea
Nyla suggested, "I think he aimed the van at me deliberately. This might not have been an accident."The two officers exchanged a glance before one of them addressed her. "That's a possibility we can't rule out, but we'll need to wait for the investigation results. From what we know now, the most likely cause is drunk driving. Have you had any recent conflicts with anyone?"Nyla thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can think of.""Understood. We'll investigate that possibility further. If you remember anything else, please let us know," the officer replied."Alright, thank you," Nyla said.After the officers left, Nyla couldn't help but replay the details of the van charging at her.Could this really have been an accident? But... who would drink in the early morning?After waiting outside the ward for a while and confirming that Clark's condition had stabilized, Damon wanted to take Nyla home to rest.However, she refused, "I'm not tired. I want to stay here a