"It's a long story. Just let me handle it," Nyla said and hung up.As she watched the number of hateful comments against her skyrocket, her expression grew colder.On the other side, Clark had just returned to his villa when he received a call from Michael. "Mr. Sumner, someone posted a video of Mabel's father kneeling to Mrs. Sumner. The Internet is blowing up with people cursing her. Should we take the video down?"Clark's gaze darkened. After a moment, he replied, "No, leave it up. I'll deal with it when she comes to me."He thought he had been too lenient with Nyla recently, which was why she had been so cold toward him. This incident would remind her of her place.Damon also heard about the online attack on Nyla and immediately contacted her, asking if she needed help removing the video.Nyla felt a pang of bitterness hearing Damon's calm voice over the phone. The video had been circulating for over an hour, so there was no way Clark didn't know about it. Yet, the one person
Seeing the hateful comments directed at her, Lucia was so furious she nearly crushed her phone. She hadn't expected Nyla to be prepared for Kenneth’s confrontation from the start. Now, not only had Nyla managed to clear her name, but Lucia might also get implicated.Panicking, Lucia contacted the influencer who had posted the video and asked them to delete it. However, she was told that the account had been locked and couldn't be accessed.Lucia's heart sank. How could this happen right after Nyla released the recording? Could it be Clark's doing?The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. If they traced this back to her, she'd be finished.Desperate, she rushed to Clement, who was in his study.After listening to Lucia's explanation, Clement slapped her hard across the face. "You idiot! Are you trying to get us all killed?"He had warned her before not to go against Nyla, but she hadn't listened and had gone behind his back to create this mess.Lucia's cheek st
"I'm looking into it. It should be resolved in the next couple of days."A flicker of joy flashed in Lucia's eyes. "Thanks, Dad!""Don't celebrate too soon. If there's a next time, I won't intervene," Clement warned sternly."Got it. I'll go back to my room and sleep now. You should get some rest too," Lucia replied, turning to leave.Just as she turned, Clement spoke again in an ominous voice. "Lucia, you better not have overheard something you shouldn't have. Don't expect me to overlook family ties if you did."Lucia could hear the warning in Clement's tone and bit her lip. When she turned back to him, her expression was filled with confusion. "Dad, what shouldn't I have heard? I don't understand."Clement looked at her coldly. Seeing her puzzled expression, as if she truly hadn't heard anything, he suppressed his suspicions. "It's better if you don't understand. Go rest now."It wasn't until Lucia locked the door behind her when she returned to her bedroom that she realized s
Clark believed he was in control of the marriage. So, when he discovered that Nyla had handled the incident on her own without asking for his help, he angrily called to question her.If it had been the Clark from eight years ago, he wouldn't have waited for her to surrender—he would have protected her at all costs. The 28-year-old Clark was no longer the same as his 20-year-old self.Nyla lowered her gaze, her eyes involuntarily reddening.The silence on both ends of the line was deafening, with only their breaths audible. After over a minute of this, Clark still hadn't spoken.Not willing to wait any longer, Nyla ended the call. She rubbed her tear-stained eyes and couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.She felt useless. Despite vowing not to let him affect her anymore, she still felt hurt. Clark had occupied eight years of her life. Perhaps she needed another eight years to slowly move on.…In the living room of the villa, Clark didn't have the courage to call back after Nyla hu
Clark's expression was tense, filled with anger. He knew Cyrus could definitely follow through on his threats. After all, Cyrus had never cared about him.Finally, he called Michael, his voice cold. "Don't take any action against Clement for now."Hanging up, he glared at Cyrus. "You can leave now."Cyrus' gaze darkened. "One day, you will understand that everything I do is for your own good."Clark didn't reply. Instead, he picked up a file, pretending he hadn't heard anything.There was a flash of coldness in Cyrus' eyes at Clark's indifferent face before he turned and quickly left.Michael was already on his way to the subsidiary company when Clark's call came. Finding the situation inexplicable, he turned back. Just as he entered the office, a chill ran down his spine, as if he had stepped into an icy wasteland. "Mr. Sumner, regarding Clement—""Don't worry about it. Just spread the news that it was Lucia who filmed the video."Seeing Clark's cold expression, Michael dared
When Clark arrived, Nyla had only just woken up. Due to a mild concussion, she felt dizzy and nauseous as soon as she opened her eyes, so she kept them shut while lying down.Sensing someone sitting beside her hospital bed, she thought it was Valarie returning with medicine."Valarie, I feel awful. I think I'm going to be sick..."Seeing Nyla's furrowed brows and her pale face covered in cold sweat, Clark was heartbroken. He quickly grabbed a tissue from the nearby table and wiped the sweat from her forehead.As Clark came closer, Nyla caught a whiff of his cologne and suddenly opened her eyes wide. When she saw that it was indeed Clark, she turned her head away and said with disgust, "Don't touch me."Her resistance was clear in her eyes. Clark's hand froze in midair before he withdrew it and sat down."Fine, I won't touch you. Just let me know if you need anything."Nyla was feeling so uncomfortable at the moment that she didn't bother trying to get Clark to leave. She simply
"Uncle Damon, thank you for coming to see Nyla, but you're usually busy, so there's no need for you to come in the future." Clark's tone lacked politeness, and his gaze toward Damon was filled with hostility, practically spelling out "keep your distance from Nyla".Damon looked at him calmly, showing no sign of being provoked.Clark felt frustrated and ground his teeth in anger. Damon's attitude made him feel like his punch had landed nowhere.Damon ignored Clark's remark, turned to Valarie, and said, "Ms. Weir, I have another meeting shortly. I'll take my leave now."Valarie nodded. "Alright, I'll see you out.""No need," Damon replied.As Damon turned to leave, Clark followed and intercepted him in front of the elevator, staring at him with a stern expression. "Uncle Damon, I hope you understand that Nyla is my wife and your niece-in-law, not just some random woman. I hope you don't have any inappropriate thoughts."Damon glanced at Clark, his gaze devoid of warmth. "If I were
"Mr. Sumner, if you no longer love Nyla, please let her go, considering the eight years of your relationship."Don't continue clinging to a mistress while refusing to divorce her, draining whatever little love is left between you."With that, Valarie turned and left without caring how unpleasant Clark's expression became.Clark's fingers holding the phone turned faintly white, his gaze heavy and cold. His phone kept ringing, and he walked to the stairwell to answer."What is it?"Jordyn's voice sounded grave from the phone. "Clark, I have something important to tell you.""I'm busy right now." Just as Clark was about to hang up, something said on the other end froze him in place. After several seconds, he spoke in a low voice. "I'll come see you shortly."Back in the hospital room, Valarie saw that Nyla had woken up and quickly approached her bedside. "Nyla, I've already asked for soup to be prepared for you. It should arrive soon. Just rest a little longer.""Okay."Not long