บททั้งหมดของ Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Nyla clenched her fists as she stared at the debris on the ground. Jordyn stood nearby, a smug smile on her face. She was waiting to see Nyla's face collapse."What's wrong? Are you scared?" Jordyn said with feigned concern. "It's understandable, after all, you're just a spoiled housewife. You've probably never been through anything like this before."Nyla took a deep breath and looked up at Jordyn. "Are you done?"Jordyn was stunned. She hadn't expected Nyla to be so calm. Her smile faltered for a moment. But she quickly regained her composure."Now that we're alone, I think I should clarify something with you. Clark and I are very happy, and we're going to have a child soon."Nyla felt her stomach drop.Jordyn deliberately stroked her belly.Her eyes were full of pride. "You know what? Clark said I'm younger and prettier than you, and I can bear him a child. He only stayed with you because he was worried about the negative impact of a divorce on Summer Group's stock price. After all,

These words were like a knife, completely shattering the last remaining illusion in Jordyn's heart. She collapsed to the ground, allowing the bodyguards to drag her away.In the hospital's emergency room, Clark stood outside the operating room. His face was grim as he waited. The bodyguards had already taken Jordyn inside for half an hour. But the doctor still hadn't returned.Finally, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat emerged. He removed his mask and said to Clark, "Mr. Summer, I'm sorry, but we can't perform an abortion on this woman.""What do you mean?" Clark asked, frowning."Examination has revealed that this woman's uterine wall is abnormally weak. A forced abortion could result in heavy bleeding, which could be life-threatening," the doctor explained. "We can't take that risk."Clark's face darkened even further. "Change the doctor. I want the best.""Mr. Summer, this isn't a problem with the doctor's skills. It's the patient's physical condition that doesn't allow it," the

Nyla stayed at her desk until after six in the evening. The R&D department had almost emptied out.Her phone buzzed against the desk surface.The caller ID showed Clark's name. Nyla stared at the screen for several seconds before answering."Hey, I'm downstairs at your office," Clark said. His voice sounded rough, like he'd been talking all day. "Weather's supposed to get cold this week. I brought you some warmer clothes."Nyla walked to the window and looked down. Clark's black Mercedes sat in the parking lot below."I don't need anything from you," she said flatly."The clothes are already here. Just come down and get them." His tone left no room for argument.Nyla knew Clark well enough to recognize his stubborn mood. If she refused, he'd probably march upstairs and cause a scene in front of any remaining colleagues. She grabbed her bag and headed for the elevator.Outside, the October evening air bit at her skin through her thin cardigan. She pulled the fabric tighter around her sh

Clark sat in his home study, staring at his laptop screen which displayed security footage from the restaurant. He watched as his mother Cindy sat across from Nyla with an imperious attitude."You're nothing but a bankrupt family's bitch! Your father can only stay alive now because Clark is paying his medical bills!" Clark's expression grew heavier as he listened to his mother's vicious words.When he saw his mother angrily throw water at Nyla, Clark's fists clenched tightly. He watched Nyla's soaked clothes, saw her trying to wipe herself dry with napkins in such an embarrassing state, and overwhelming guilt surged through his heart.What made him feel even worse was watching Damon appear next. He saw his uncle hand Nyla tissues, watched Damon calmly face his mother, and even through the surveillance footage he could sense Damon's forceful protection of Nyla.The person who should have been standing beside Nyla protecting her was him, her husband. But he hadn't been there. If it weren

After the phone connected, she said directly: "I want to hire you to sell a house.""Certainly, Miss Nyla. May I ask which area the property is located in?" The real estate agent's voice sounded very professional."Karlinan community." Nyla looked at the property deed in her hand as she spoke.The phone went suddenly quiet for several seconds, then the agent's tone became shocked: "Miss Nyla, are you certain it's a property in Karlinan?"Nyla frowned slightly. "Is there a problem?""No problem at all, it's just... Karlinan is one of the most luxurious apartment complexes in all of Los Angeles. Properties there are extremely sought after and incredibly difficult to purchase. Only the wealthiest and most influential people can afford to own real estate there." The agent's voice carried obvious excitement. "Are you certain you want to sell?""Absolutely certain." Nyla answered without hesitation. "This is a friend's property that I'm handling on their behalf. I can offer you a 3% commissi