Nyla was irritated by the persistent knocking and slowly walked out of her bedroom. She asked, "Valarie, who's at the door?"Valarie turned to her and said softly, "It's Damon."Nyla's hand, resting on the doorframe, grew pale from tension, and her already wan face seemed even more drawn.After a moment of silence, she finally said, "Let him in."Since Damon was already aware of the situation, she couldn't avoid him forever or remain hidden indefinitely."But you—" Valarie's gaze involuntarily dropped to Nyla's stomach, filled with concern.Nyla forced a smile. "It's okay."She had known that a day like this would come the moment she discovered she was pregnant."Alright then," Valarie replied and opened the door.An immediate chill ran down Nyla's spine. Facing Damon up close felt far more oppressive than seeing him through the peephole. An icy dread seemed to rise from her feet.Damon's eyes were calm, but his expression was cold and unreadable. Still, Valarie could sense t
Nyla looked up at Damon in disbelief. When he first walked in, it was clear he had come to confront her. How had his attitude shifted so suddenly?Seeing the shock in Nyla's eyes, Damon felt a pang in his chest.…When Damon received Clark's call about Nyla's pregnancy, his first reaction was disbelief.Yet, a part of him held onto a sliver of hope, so he immediately sent Spencer to investigate.Spencer quickly confirmed that Nyla was pregnant. However, before Damon could even begin to rejoice, Spencer delivered a blow: "Ms. Jayston underwent an abortion today."Damon's smile froze, and he stood there, stunned. It was as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over him, plunging him into a deep chill.It took several seconds for him to regain his voice, and he questioned Spencer to ensure the information was correct.Spencer, with a troubled expression, handed over the hospital records showing the specific time of the procedure.Overwhelmed by a mix of anger and despair,
Nyla managed to steel her heart and not want the child. What more could she feel for him?Damon left.A short while later, Valarie walked in, looking hesitant to speak.Nyla pretended not to notice and forced a smile. "Valarie, you've worked hard today. You should head home. I'll manage on my own."Valarie sat down by the bed. After a moment of thought, she spoke softly. "When Damon left earlier, his face was ashen. He must really care about you."Nyla looked down, her expression unchanged. "Before Rebecca showed up, I really cared about him too. Valarie, there's no point in trying to persuade me. It's over between us. I just want to focus on my studies for now and not think about anything else."Valarie knew Nyla was a determined person and sighed. "There's some soup in the thermos. Remember to drink it later. I'm heading out now. If you need anything, just call me.""Got it," Nyla replied.As Valarie went downstairs, she saw Damon still waiting by his car. Knowing he was wait
Damon's expression remained indifferent. "I've said it before: once you personally apologize to Nyla, Prospectus Technology and the Preston Group will resume their cooperation."Nathaniel gritted his teeth, clearly frustrated that Damon was still fixated on this issue after so long. His face darkened. "Damon, after all these years of brotherhood, must you make things so ugly?"Rebecca's expression flickered briefly. Sitting nearby with her head lowered, she was not noticed by either of the men."You made things ugly yourself. Apologize, or leave now. Prospectus Technology will never work with the Preston Group again," Damon stated dismissively.Damon's cold demeanor felt like a personal affront to Nathaniel as if Damon were disregarding their years of friendship entirely. In that case, Nathaniel decided it was pointless to make things harder for himself.He stood up and looked down at Damon, his voice icy. "Damon, you will regret this. I won't come begging again, and we are no lon
Troy frowned, wanting to persuade Nathaniel further, but fell silent when faced with Nathaniel's angry gaze. After all, Nathaniel was his boss."Alright. I'll contact Steven right away," he said.After Troy left, Nathaniel gripped the documents in his hand, his eyes flashing with a frenzied intensity. As long as Nyla was out of the way, everything would fall into place....In the evening, Nyla was deeply engrossed in solving a problem when the doorbell abruptly interrupted her concentration.She got up with a frown and went to the door. Her displeasure was evident when she saw Damon on the other side.She opened the door and looked at him blankly. "Mr. Sumner, is there something you need?""I brought you some food and thought I'd check on your recovery," Damon replied.Nyla glanced at the thermal container in his hand. There was a flicker in her gaze, but she didn't take it."I'm fine. Please tell the caregiver not to bring any more food. There's no need for us to keep meetin
When Nyla saw that it was Clark, a flash of wariness crossed her eyes. She immediately went to the security office to report the situation.Two security guards quickly went downstairs to her building and caught Clark lurking around. They promptly escorted him out of the complex.Clark's face was particularly grim when he saw Nyla standing at the security office, and his humiliation was evident.He approached the security office door and said coldly, "Nyla, come out. I have something to ask you!"With four to five security guards present, Nyla felt secure and wasn't worried about what Clark might do. She stepped outside but stopped a few meters away from him."What do you want to ask?" she inquired.Although she preferred not to engage with Clark, she didn't want him pestering her and affecting her mood either.Clark gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Was the infertility report you gave me back then something you deliberately faked to avoid having my child?!"His tone
Clark stood for a moment before leaving. On his way back, he couldn't resist calling Michael. "Michael, arrange a medical check-up for me."Michael's voice, filled with concern, came through the line. "Mr. Sumner, is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?""Just do as I asked. Since when did you start asking so many questions?" Clark snapped, hanging up coldly.His mood was at an all-time low, wrestling with the possibility of infertility and the fear that it might be true.He pulled over to the side of the road, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself. The check-up would reveal the truth. There was no way he could be infertile.And surely, Jordyn wouldn't deceive him!Upon thinking of Jordyn, Clark's gaze hardened. He drove straight to her place.…"Clark, what brings you here? Have you eaten?" Jordyn's eyes lit up with delight as she quickly stepped aside to let him in.Clark entered the living room with a blank expression and sat on the sofa, his cold eyes fixed on
Clark briefly flipped through the reports, handed them back to Jordyn, and said indifferently, "Remember to keep these safe."Jordyn took the reports. After placing them back in the drawer, she turned to face Clark. "Clark, is something wrong today? You seem a bit off."Her unease grew as she wondered if he had discovered something.Clark squinted slightly and, after a few seconds, said, "It's nothing. I'm probably just tired from work.""Then lie down on the sofa, and I'll give you a massage," Jordyn offered."No need. I have work at the company. I just came to see you. Get some rest," Clark replied.Normally, Jordyn would have tried to persuade Clark to stay, but she had her own concerns and didn't push the issue today.Once she confirmed that Clark's car had left, she immediately called Rebecca. "Rebecca, did you say something to Clark?""What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.Jordyn sneered. "What do I mean? Clark suddenly showed up tonight asking to see my prenatal check-up re