Chasing the Unexpected

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Uncle Damon, thank you for coming to see Nyla, but you’re usually busy, so there’s no need for you to come in the future.” Clark’s tone lacked politeness, and his gaze toward Damon was filled with hostility, practically spelling out “keep your distance from Nyla”

Damon looked at him calmly, showing no sign of being provoked.

Clark felt frustrated and ground his teeth in anger. Damon’s attitude made him feel like his punch had landed nowhere.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon ignored Clark’s remark, turned to Valarie, and said, “Ms. Weir, I have another meeting shortly. I’ll take my leave now.”

Valarie nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you out.”

“No need,” Damon replied.

As Damon turned to leave, Clark followed and intercepted him in front of the elevator, staring at him with a stern expression. “Uncle Damon, I hope you understand that Nyla is my wife and your niece–in–law, not just some random woman. I hope you don’t have any inappropriate thoughts.”

Damon glanced at Clark, his gaze devoid of warmth. “If I were you, I’d be more concerned about my wife’s condition right now, not other trivial matters.”

Under Damon’s icy gaze, Clark’s hands clenched into fists by his side. “Of course. I care about Nyla’s condition, but that doesn’t mean I can neglect other things.”

Damon chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. “If I recall correctly, just a few days ago you were gallivanting around with your secretary. Instead of warning me, you might want to figure out how to keep it hidden from your grandfather.”

Before Clark could respond, the elevator doors opened, and Damon walked straight in without glancing back at him.

Even as the elevator descended, Clark’s face remained grim.

He returned to the hospital room over ten minutes later.

Nyla had already fallen asleep, but her sleep seemed restless, her brows still furrowed.

Clark sat down across from Valarie and noticed the bouquet on the table, which seemed glaring. Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed the flowers, and walked out.

Seeing his actions, Valarie couldn’t help but frown. Just as she was about to speak up, she thought about how–Nyla had finally managed to fall asleep and reluctantly followed Clark out.

When she saw him tossing Damon’s flowers into the trash at the end of the hallway, she hurried over. Clark, are you insane? These are flowers from Nyla’s visitor. Who are you to throw them away?”

Clark’s expression remained indifferent. “I’m her husband. I have the right to handle things for her.”

Valarie was almost amused by Clark’s audacity. She used to think he had a good personality and truly loved Nyla. Today, she realized she had been blind.

“Never mind that Damon is your uncle. Even if a friend had sent those flowers to Nyla, you have no right to dispose of them.”

Clark looked coldly at Valarie. “Ms. Weir, considering you’re Nyla’s close friend, I don’t want to argue with you. But I have a bad temper. If you continue to meddle in our affairs, the Weirs might not fare well.”

Valarie sneered. “Are you threatening me?”

“Not a threat, just a reminder.”

“Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Sumner. But since you know I’m Nyla’s friend, I won’t stand by and watch her be mistreated.”

Clark’s eyes grew cold as he was about to speak when his phone rang. Seeing Jordyn’s name on the screen, he frowned.

Valarie also noticed the name, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

He went.

disgusting, juggling between his mistress and begging Nyla for forgiveness.