All Chapters of Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning just after seven o'clock, Nyla had already arrived at Park Pharmaceuticals' R&D department. The entire floor was still quiet, with only security guards patrolling the corridors.She swiped her card to enter the laboratory and began carefully preparing various experimental supplies needed for today.Around eight-thirty, Sasha walked into the lab yawning. Seeing Nyla already busy at the workbench, she said with surprise: "Nyla, why are you here so early today? You usually don't arrive until nine.""Today we have investors coming to observe our experimental progress," Nyla replied without looking up, her hands precisely operating the pipette to extract solutions. "I wanted to finish the preparation work early to avoid any last-minute scrambling."Sasha nodded and returned to her office area.Nyla began conducting experiments according to the established protocol. She divided the pharmaceutical powder into several batches, dissolving them in solvents of different concentra

Clark stood expressionlessly in the middle of the hospital corridor, coldly staring at Damon. His fists were clenched tight, his knuckles white from the force. Suppressed anger rolled through his chest."Uncle, I want to know why you keep helping my wife repeatedly," Clark's voice carried obvious sarcasm. "First time at the family estate, second time helping her against my mother, and now personally driving her to the hospital. Do you really see yourself as her guardian?"Damon raised an eyebrow. His aura instantly became more powerful and dangerous. The temperature in the hospital corridor seemed to drop several degrees. Even the air became heavy."What exactly do you mean by that?" Damon's voice was low and cold, carrying unquestionable authority. "Are you questioning my motives?""I just find it strange," Clark pressed forward, completely ignoring the dangerous aura emanating from Damon. "As her husband, I wasn't the first to know she was injured. Instead, you were the one by her si

Nyla stood at the door, watching Clark's slightly tired figure through the monitor. She thought about her divorce plan, but ultimately pressed the door release button."Come in," Nyla's voice was calm without any ripples.Clark entered the apartment carrying thermal containers, carefully observing Nyla's expression. He arranged the carefully prepared dinner on the dining table, all dishes that Nyla usually enjoyed."How's your wound? Does it still hurt?" Clark tried to break the silent atmosphere."It's fine," Nyla answered briefly, sitting down at the dining table.During the meal, Clark attempted several times to start a conversation, but was stopped by Nyla's cold attitude. Finally, he gathered courage and said: "Next week is your birthday."Nyla's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal."What gift would you like? Jewelry? Or that limited edition watch you've always wanted?" Clark's voice carried careful tenderness. "Or we could travel. Haven't y

The taxi slowly drove away from the police station. Nyla looked in the rearview mirror and saw Clark standing there, his face as grim as the sky before a storm.Her phone began vibrating frantically, with calls from Clark coming in one after another.Nyla blocked him without hesitation. The phone instantly went silent, and she leaned back in her seat, feeling a sense of inner peace.At the police station entrance, Clark held his phone in his hand. His face darkened when he realized the call was unreachable.He was about to chase after her when it suddenly rang. It was his mother, Cindy."Clark, where are you now?" Mrs. Summer's voice was filled with an undeniable authority."Mom, I'm at the police station." Clark suppressed his inner irritation."Excellent. Get Jordyn home safely right now. She just called me and said she's in trouble." Mrs. Summer's tone was unyielding. "Remember, she's in a critical situation right now. Nothing can go wrong."Clark glanced in the direction the taxi h

Faced with Clark’s angry questioning, Nyla frowned, looking at him with displeasure. “I don’t need to report who I’m having dinner with, do I?”A flicker of guilt flashed across Clark’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by anger. “You’re my wife!”“Really?” Nyla sneered. “Then when you took Jordyn to the Round Roof restaurant tonight, did you ever consider that I was your wife?”Clark’s face paled instantly. He hadn’t expected Nyla to see them. He opened his mouth to explain, but Nyla continued, “The red dress is beautiful. You were sitting by the window, and you seemed to be enjoying each other’s company.”“Nyla, listen to me…” Clark tried to defend himself.“What explanation? Explain why you were dating your lover? Or explain why you were questioning who I was having dinner with?” Nyla’s voice grew colder.Clark, feeling guilty and panicked, hurriedly said, "It wasn't a date! I was accompanying her to a client! Jordyn's pregnant and not feeling well, and I just...""A client?" Nyla int