All Chapters of Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!: Chapter 1191 - Chapter 1200

Nyla struck Delia across the face again, leaving a bright red handprint on her other cheek.Delia's eyes burned with fury as she struggled, screaming loud enough to attract the attention of the service staff.When the maids saw the two of them grappling in the hallway—especially with Delia clearly at a disadvantage—they looked alarmed.One immediately ran off to inform Emerald.Emerald's face darkened when she heard that Nyla and Delia were fighting in the corridor. She got up from her chair and strode toward the door.From a distance, she could already see the two of them locked in a chaotic struggle.Her eyes flashed with anger as she snapped at the maids nearby, "What are you standing around for? Separate them immediately!"Snapped out of their daze, the maids rushed forward to pull them apart.Delia looked utterly disheveled—her hair a mess, her clothes rumpled, and both cheeks marked with vivid red slaps. She glared at Nyla with unmasked hatred.When Delia saw Emerald, te

The maid hesitated. "Ms. Nixon, isn't this a bit too much?"After all, Nyla was still Emerald's daughter. The weather was freezing, and she had already been locked in the attic.Even though Emerald didn't care much for her, if something happened to Nyla, the one to take the fall wouldn't be Delia—it would be the maid herself.Delia shot her a cold glance, eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't want to do what I asked, you can leave right now. The estate has no need for useless people."The maid quickly relented. "I'll do it, Ms. Nixon! Please don't fire me.""Then what are you waiting for? Go now!" Delia snapped.The maid turned and rushed out, fetching a bucket of ice-cold water before heading to the attic.…At present, Nyla was sitting in the pitch-dark attic, slumped against the wall.She had woken up early that morning, hadn't slept well, and had even gotten into a fight with Delia. Now, she was completely drained.Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the attic

As Filipe reached Nyla's bedroom door, he overheard Emerald reprimanding the maids inside."I only told you to lock her in the attic. Who told you to leave her in this miserable state?!" she barked.None of the maids dared to speak. They kept their heads down, barely even breathing, afraid of drawing Emerald's attention.Filipe knocked on the door before stepping inside. "Madam, Ms. Kinsey just arrived in Meristate. She's probably not used to the climate yet, so her health is still fragile. It's not surprising she caught a cold after being locked in the attic overnight."Emerald took a deep breath, suppressing her irritation, then turned to ask Filipe, "Has Andre left?""Yes, Madam. I walked him out, but we ran into Ms. Nixon on the way. She said her car had broken down and asked him for a ride to the mall. They left together," Filipe reported.Emerald's expression darkened. She might not know much about Andre, but she knew her own daughter all too well.Delia had never shown in

Being stuck in the mansion meant there was no way for Nyla to pass on any useful information, even if she did learn something valuable. With that thought, a determined look flashed in her eyes.…For the next two days, Nyla stayed in her room, recovering. It wasn't until the third morning that she finally went downstairs for breakfast.At the dining table, only Emerald and Delia were present. Brian was nowhere to be seen.When Delia saw Nyla, she snorted and turned her head away, pretending not to notice her.Emerald’s expression remained aloof. "How's your cold?""It's getting better. Thank you for arranging the doctor," Nyla replied.Seeing Nyla act so obediently, Emerald froze mid-sip of her coffee. She raised an eyebrow and studied her with a scrutinizing gaze.After all, every time they'd met before, Nyla had been sharp-tongued, always saying something to provoke her. But today, it was as if she were a completely different person.Suppressing her suspicions, Emerald repli

Next to Nyla, Delia was completely fixated on Andre's face, barely registering what he was saying.Every time Andre looked at Delia, she either smiled at him or appeared flustered. It was starting to give him a headache, so he did his best to avoid looking at her too often.However, Delia noticed his frequent glances at Nyla and became displeased. She began asking questions here and there, slowing the lesson significantly.When the class finally ended, Andre let out a slight sigh of relief and turned to Nyla. "Ms. Kinsey, the weather is nice today. Do you have time? I'd like to invite you to lunch."Before Nyla could respond, Delia interjected, "Andre, the estate is too far from the city. It's better to stay here and eat. I can have the chef prepare whatever you want."Andre smiled at Delia. "Thank you, Ms. Nixon, but I'd prefer to spend time alone with Ms. Kinsey."Delia froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she turned to look at Nyla with visible anger.It must be that Nyla