Todos los capítulos de Trading My Ex for His Uncle: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Clark's commanding tone made Nyla instinctively frown. "Whether you agree or not, I'm moving out."Nyla's indifferent tone fueled Clark's anger even more. His voice rose. "Don't forget, your father's medical expenses—"Before he could finish, Nyla coldly interrupted, "Clark, if I remember correctly, your Uncle Elijah's son is returning from studying abroad soon. You wouldn't want your affair to be known to the Sumners at this time, would you?"Elijah Sumner, Clark's second uncle, wasn't very capable, so Richard had invested a lot in Elijah's son. After all, the Sumner Group was so big that they couldn't give everything to Clark.Over the years, Clark had always performed well in front of Richard. Now was a crucial time. He couldn't let Nyla tell Richard about his affair.Nyla had also considered this point in her choice to move out at this time.There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, there was a low laugh. "Nyla, I never realized before that you were a ra

Genevieve looked at Nyla. "Have you gained anything in the lab these days?""I've observed that the current focus in the lab is on developing drugs for cardiovascular diseases. The progress of drug development is about 50% complete, and we're preparing for the experimental stage using mice."Upon hearing that, Genevieve's expression brightened slightly, and her gaze toward Nyla carried a hint of approval. "Well done. How about your learning progress with the lab equipment?""It's coming along."On the side, Lucia frowned at Nyla. "Nyla, I know you're eager to conduct experiments, but experiments are serious business. There are several instruments we haven't used recently. How can you say you've almost learned them?"Nyla commented flatly, "I've used these instruments during my university years.""You said it yourself, that was years ago. You haven't been in a lab for quite some time. You need to learn everything again from scratch. We're dealing with drug development here. There'

Clark hurried forward and squatted beside Harrison. "Dad, rest assured. I'll always treat Nyla well.""Mm. As long as you treat her well, that's all I ask for."Seeing Harrison's eyelids droop from the lingering anesthesia, Nyla quickly called out to him. "Dad, the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet. You can't sleep."Throughout the night, Nyla and Clark took turns watching over Harrison. As dawn approached, the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, allowing Harrison to finally rest.Shortly after dawn, Wren arrived with freshly made soup. "Nyla, Clark, you two stayed up all night. You should go home now. I'll take care of things here."After a night of vigil, Nyla could barely keep her eyes open. She nodded. "Okay, Wren. If there's anything, call me. I'll be resting at home on Saturday and Sunday."Wren unintentionally frowned as she thought, "Hasn't Nyla been unemployed? Why would she mention resting on weekends?"Before she could ask, nurses entered to conduct exami

If Clark had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first place. Hanging up, he glanced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking toward the garage.…As Damon approached his car at the villa entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression."What's wrong?" Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, "Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself..."Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found Nyla looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done something reprehensible to her.Damon slammed the car door shut and demanded coldly, "What's going on?""I… I don't know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the villa and said she wanted you to give her a ride…""And you let her get in?"Damon's irritation was palpable. He had come here today to warn Clark as compensation for the night he almost

"Take her to the hospital." Clark was cold, his gaze devoid of any warmth as he looked at Jordyn.Under his gaze, Jordyn felt despair and sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Clark, I truly love you. Can't Mrs. Summer accept me and the baby I'm carrying?"Clark was full of disgust. "You're just a mistress. What right do you have to compare yourself to her?"Jordyn felt humiliated, choking back sobs. "During the time we were together, did you ever love me, even a little?"Clark sneered. "Do you know any man who falls for an escort?"He had entertained Jordyn only because she pursued him aggressively and was willing to do anything in bed. Love and sex were clearly distinct in his mind.The color drained from Jordyn's face—she looked as if she might collapse.She couldn't believe Clark saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything. She refused to accept this. After all her efforts to get pregnant, she couldn't stand being discarded like trash."Please, Ms. Cindy, save