Feeling frustrated and aggrieved, Clark watched as Nyla finished her breakfast and left the table. As he stared at her retreating figure, he slammed his fork and knife onto the table, startling Patricia, who was seated nearby."Mr. Sumner, is the breakfast not to your liking?" Patricia asked.Clark rose from his seat and departed without responding, his expression stern.As soon as he got into his car outside the villa, his phone rang. Seeing that it was Cindy calling, he answered with a frown. "Mom, what's the matter so early in the morning?""Clark, did you know Nyla can't have children?!" Cindy demanded.Clark's expression turned icy as he asked, "Did Jordyn tell you?""Never mind who told me. If she really can't have children, you need to divorce her immediately!" Cindy insisted.Her commanding tone made Clark's gaze harden. "Mom, this is between Nyla and me. You don't get to make decisions about it. Also, I don't want anyone else in the Sumners to know about this. If it get
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