"Look into Nyla's recent years and find out who she's been in contact with!" Erin ordered.She couldn't act directly, but targeting the people around Nyla would work just as well."Yes, Ms. Hulle," the other party replied.After they left, Erin stared out the window, her gaze filled with hatred.If Nyla had already died, why come back now? Wouldn't it have been better to just stay dead?No matter what, she wouldn't let anyone ruin her relationship with Damon this time!…Because Oliver and Mason had spent extra time at the mall, they didn't reach Nyla's home until close to 5:00 p.m.Oliver took the opportunity to stay for dinner.While Nyla was cooking, he stayed by her side, helping when he could.As Oliver watched her in an apron, her long hair casually tied back with a hair tie, his heart softened at how calm and serene she looked.This was the life he wanted—quiet, peaceful days with the woman he loved.Nyla finished chopping the potatoes and looked up to see Oliver sta
"Buddy, Uncle Oliver is always so kind to you. He would never hurt you, and I would never let anyone harm you either. No matter what, you are the most important person in my life," Nyla reassured.Mason's once-downcast eyes lit up. "Even more important than Uncle Oliver?""Of course. No matter who I'm with, you'll always be my number one," Nyla replied.Mason hugged her tightly. "I love you the most too, Mom."Nyla gently patted his back, sensing he had noticed the changes between her and Oliver and felt insecure. As smart as Mason was, he was still almost five years old. Without a father figure growing up, it was natural for him to be more sensitive than other children.Nyla silently vowed to spend more time with him, ensuring he felt secure.After getting Mason to sleep, Nyla returned to the living room, intending to read for a bit. Just then, her phone rang. It was Edgar."Nyla, Mr. Sumner's secretary reached out today. They're planning a seminar for their company's R&D team
Nyla froze for a moment and turned to Damon. "No... Why would you say that, Mr. Sumner?"Damon's dark eyes, filled with an unreadable emotion, locked onto hers. "If that's not the case, why are you sitting so far away from me, Ms. Kinsey?"Nyla stiffened and quickly sat up straight, lowering her gaze. "I just didn't want to disturb your work."As Nyla adjusted her posture, the distance between them shortened considerably.She placed her hands neatly on her lap, her gaze fixed downward, looking remarkably obedient.Damon set his document down, recalling how he had seen her smiling while talking to the man in the car that day. Yet whenever she was around him, it seemed like she couldn't get far enough away.Did he really look that scary?The rest of the drive to Prospectus Technology's branch office was spent in silence.When they finally arrived, Nyla let out a small sigh of relief as she stepped out of the car. She had been tense throughout the ride, completely unlike her usual
Nyla wanted to decline, but with the car already in motion, any further refusal would seem suspicious.She reluctantly fastened her seatbelt, feeling tense throughout the 30-minute ride. She had hoped to limit her interaction with Damon, but things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.When the car finally stopped at the hospital, Nyla felt as though she could breathe again. She quickly stepped out, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Sumner, and thank you, Mr. Fleming."Luca smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Ms. Kinsey."Nyla hurried to the emergency area, searching for Mason.After a short while, she found him sitting on a hospital bed with a bandage on his forehead, still oozing a little blood. She rushed over, worried."Buddy, are you okay?" she asked.Mason pouted but managed not to cry when he saw her. "Mom, I'm fine. I didn't cry today. The nurse said I was really brave.""You were very brave, Buddy. Good job!" Nyla praised, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.Turning
Damon's expression was icy, his voice devoid of emotion. "You must be mistaken.""I'm serious! I didn't have time to take a picture because I was in a hurry, but I swear you'd be shocked if you saw this kid. I even wonder if he could be your long-lost son!" the other party exclaimed."If that's all, I'm hanging up," Damon said."Wait, wait, wait... About the amusement park project that Prospectus Technology is bidding on—any chance I can still get in on that?" the other party asked."Come to the branch office tomorrow," Damon replied curtly.Then, he hung up. Just as he was about to set the phone down, another call came in.He glanced at the screen and saw it was from Erin. His expression darkened, but after a moment of thought, he answered. "What is it?""Damon, forget what I said the other day. Since you're not ready for marriage, I won't push you. Besides, my career is taking off right now. We can talk about marriage later, okay?" Erin proposed.Damon remained silent. In tru
Realizing that she hadn't spent much time with Mason over the past few years, Nyla decided to take two weeks off to be with him.After arranging her leave, she returned to the hospital room, where Pauline quickly stood up. "Ms. Kinsey, Buddy said he wanted some soup. There's no time to cook it now, so I'll grab some from the eateries by the hospital. Do you want anything?""I'll have the same as Buddy. Have you eaten yet?" Nyla asked."I already ate. I'll go get breakfast now," Pauline replied.Nyla sat down next to Mason and felt his forehead. His fever had gone down, and she finally felt a sense of relief. "Buddy, is there anything you want to do or anywhere you'd like to go? Mommy has the next two weeks free, so I can spend time with you."Mason's eyes lit up for a moment but quickly dimmed as he lowered his head. "Mommy, you don't have to take time off just for me. I..."Nyla gently held his small hand, her voice soft. "Buddy, Mommy works hard so that I can spend time with yo
Luca caught a glimpse of Mason's profile and felt a strange sense of familiarity. He couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. Before he could look closer, Nyla had already put the mask on Mason.Standing up, Nyla faced Damon, trying to appear calm. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Fleming, what a coincidence."Damon nodded. "The company has an amusement park project, so we're here to do some research."As he spoke, his eyes drifted to Mason, whom Nyla was holding by the hand.Mason looked up at him, and for a brief moment, their eyes met.Damon felt an odd, indescribable sensation. He usually didn't care for children, finding them a hassle, but there was something about Mason that stirred none of his usual annoyance."This child…" he began to say.Nyla instinctively pulled Mason behind her but quickly realized how overprotective she was being. She forced a smile to maintain her composure. "He's my son. He's a bit shy... Well, since you're here on business, I won't hold you up. Goodbye.
That was the first time Mason had seen his mother angry. Although the kids and their parents had apologized afterward, the incident had left a shadow in his heart. He wished he had a father—someone who could handle these situations instead of leaving it all to Nyla.Oliver had always been kind to him, and Mason thought he wouldn't mind if Oliver became his father. But deep down, what he truly wanted was his real father.Seeing that stern-faced man at the amusement park today, Mason had felt a strange connection.He thought they looked alike.When Nyla had suddenly made him put on a mask, he had noticed the emotion in her eyes—it had reminded him of the guilty look the kids in kindergarten had after doing something wrong.That's when Mason began to wonder whether he might actually be that stern man's son.Nyla turned around, her expression tense. "Buddy... why would you ask that? I told you before, your dad went somewhere far away...""Then why were you so scared when you saw tha