After people discovered that Jordyn was the mistress who had caused Clark and Nyla's divorce, most condemned her, insisting she deserved it.However, a few believed Nyla was being too harsh, refusing to forgive Jordyn even after she pleaded on her knees outside her apartment.As the situation gained traction, Damon found out as well. He called Clark directly. "What's going on with Jordyn?"Clark raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect you to hear about this, Uncle Damon.""Clark, Nyla's life is finally back to normal. I'm warning you, stop letting Jordyn harass her!" Damon's voice was piercing.Clark laughed. "I'll return your warning. Stay away from Nyla. I've decided to pursue her again.""Are you out of your mind?" Damon shot back."You don't understand. Nyla and I have years of history. As long as you stop interfering, we'll get back together," Clark insisted, sounding determined.Damon's tone turned frosty. "You're dreaming. She's never going to give you another chance."After
"Nyla..." Before Clark could finish his sentence, the dial tone cut him off.When he tried to call Nyla back, the line was busy.It was obvious that Nyla had taken him off her block list just to make that call, only to block him again afterward.Clark felt a little helpless but couldn't help chuckling. She was still the same as ever, petty when she was mad. He liked her just like that.On the other end, Nyla set her phone down in irritation. She had just managed to distance herself from Damon, and now Clark was hovering around like a persistent fly—disgusting and infuriating.Did he really think his behavior would win her over?Taking a deep breath, she pushed the thought of him out of her mind, picked up her pen, and returned to studying.…For the next few days, everything was calm.Nyla thought the matter was over, but as soon as she stepped out of her apartment complex, she ran right into Clark, who seemed to appear out of nowhere."Nyla, I'd like to talk to you," said Cl
Nyla stopped in her tracks and looked at Damon. "Oh? So?"The coldness in her eyes made Damon's gaze dim slightly, and his voice lowered. "Nothing. I just thought you wouldn't give him another chance.""If you have nothing else to say, Mr. Sumner, please stop bothering me in the future," Nyla replied.His obvious attempt to probe her feelings felt pointless to her. She had no intention of giving Clark another chance, and she certainly wasn't going to give Damon one either.Back home, Nyla decided to stay indoors for a while to avoid running into anyone from the Sumners or Jordyn. She also began considering whether she should rent a place in Capitarnia to focus on preparing for her exams.After all the entanglements with Clark and Jordyn, she strongly felt that staying in Saintornia would only lead to more harassment.With that thought in mind, she picked up the phone and called Caroline.-Clark had just arrived at his villa when he spotted a disheveled Jordyn standing under a
Rebecca pondered for a moment before agreeing with a smile. "Alright, I can help, but there's no need for unnecessary theatrics. I can get your family out, but I won't let them go until you've helped me deal with Nyla."Jordyn's face turned cold as she gritted her teeth. "No need. Just make sure you help them leave when the time comes."If her family fell into Rebecca's hands, it wouldn't be any different than being under Clark's control. She would still be blackmailed into doing things she didn't want to do.Rebecca let out a light laugh, her tone laced with mockery. "Ms. Cheatham, you're not really in a position to make demands. Either I help get your family out, or you figure it out yourself.""Rebecca, you're kicking me while I'm down!" Jordyn hissed.Jordyn's anger didn't faze Rebecca. If anything, it made her smile even wider. "I didn't want to do this, but you handed me this leverage on a silver platter, didn't you?"Silence fell on the other end of the line.The quiet st
Jordyn shook her head. "Mom, it's a long story. I'll explain later. For now, just settle in here. Once everything is taken care of, I'll come get you."Her father frowned, anger evident in his voice. "So, what? We're just supposed to stay locked up in this place?""Dad, just bear with it a little while longer. It won't be much longer, I promise," Jordyn assured him.Before her father could say more, her mother interjected, "Alright, I understand. Jordyn, I don't know what happened between you and Clark, but you have to be patient. Only by enduring can you make things work.""Yeah, I know," Jordyn replied.Nearby, her brother wore a long face as he raised his voice. "Jordyn, I don't care what's going on between you and Clark. I'm going on vacation with my girlfriend next week. If you haven't sorted this out by then, you're going to pay for it!"His tone dripped with impatience and resentment.Having been their parents' golden child his entire life and with Jordyn always yielding
Nyla shook her head. "Even if I moved in with you, it would only be a temporary escape. Sooner or later, they'd find a way to show up again. Plus, I need to ask my senior some questions for my exam prep, so heading to Capitarnia is a good idea."Seeing her resolve, Valarie didn't push further. After all, moving to Capitarnia was probably better than staying here and dealing with constant harassment.Valarie sighed. "Alright then. I'm just going to miss you," Noticing Valarie's sad expression, Nyla felt a twinge of sadness as well. She never imagined she'd be moving to another city, let alone going back to studying."Don't be sad. If you miss me, just video call anytime or come visit me," she comforted.Valarie sighed again. "I guess that's all I can do. Let me help you pack."…They spent the entire afternoon packing.By evening, Nyla had sorted everything into two piles—things to take and things to leave behind."That's enough for today. Let's go. Dinner's on me," Nyla said.
Just as Nyla and Valarie were about to leave after finishing dinner, they ran into Oliver again, who had just completed his business meeting."Ms. Jayston, Valarie, what a coincidence," Oliver greeted them warmly.Valarie raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "It really is."Oliver turned to Nyla, his tone gentle. "Ms. Jayston, did you two have any drinks tonight? I can give you a ride home if you need."Nyla shook her head. "No. We didn't drink, and both of us drove here. But thanks for the offer, Mr. Raynor."A flicker of disappointment crossed Oliver's face, but he quickly recovered with a smile. "Alright then, maybe we can grab a meal together sometime."Valarie chimed in with a smile. "I doubt there'll be a chance for that. Nyla is leaving for Capitarnia in a few days."Oliver froze for a moment. "Ms. Jayston, why are you moving to Capitarnia?"His eyes filled with curiosity as he looked at Nyla."I'm planning to work there," Nyla replied.She didn't want to sh
The room fell silent for a few seconds, Nyla's hand on the door handle, unmoving. She wanted to hear how Harrison would respond—whether he would defend her or…Finally, Harrison's voice, weak and strained, broke the silence. "Don't mention her in front of me again. From now on, I'll act as if I never had this daughter."Nyla's hand slowly relaxed, and she looked down with a bitter smile.It seemed Harrison was truly disappointed in her and no longer wanted to acknowledge her as his daughter. That was fine, though. It allowed her to leave without any regrets.Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked away.Wren watched the shadow at the door disappear, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.Turning back to Harrison, she put on a smile. "Well, I know you. You're just upset. You're still angry because she hasn't come to see you during this time. If she had come, you'd probably be overjoyed."Harrison snorted and said nothing more.After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you th