Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The corridor fell silent. Even the drop of a needle would have been audible.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room door finally swung open.

Cindy rushed forward to intercept the doctor. "Doctor, how is my son?"

"There's no immediate danger to his life, but he may never be able to walk again. Please be prepared for that," the doctor replied.

"What?" Cindy staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She grabbed the doctor's hand desperately. "Doctor, he's my only son. You have to save him!"

If Clark were to become disabled, he'd lose any chance of inheriting the Sumner Group. Richard would never hand over the company to someone unable to walk.

The doctor pushed her hand away and shook his head. "I've done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regular ward soon. You can visit him there."

Cindy spun around to face Nyla and charged at her. "Nyla, you wretched woman! You've done this to my son. I won't let you get away with it!" Before she could reach Nyla, Damon stepped in and blocked her path. He stood between them, preventing any harm from coming to Nyla.

Cindy was so agitated that she lashed out at Damon, trying to slap him.

Cyrus' face turned pale as he quickly grabbed her.

"Are you out of your mind?" Cyrus demanded.

Cindy shook him off, her eyes red. "Yes, I'm mad! My son is crippled, and I can't even vent my frustration? It's all Nyla's fault. I should never have let her marry Clark. I regret it so much!"

She collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down her face. She cried and pounded her chest like a mad woman. Clark was her only child, her last hope for the future. Seeing him turned into a cripple was more painful than death.

Cyrus grabbed her and pulled her up, his voice stern. "Go see Clark in the ward first. We'll deal with the leg issue later."

With that, he dragged Cindy away.

Damon turned to Nyla, who had remained silent, and said softly, "Don't blame yourself too much. This isn't your fault."

Nyla took a deep breath and looked up at Damon. "Uncle Damon, this wasn't an accident. Someone tried to kill me." When the van charged at her, it had shown no signs of slowing down. If anything, it had accelerated. The intention was clear.

"I'll look into it. If it turns out to be deliberate, I'll find out who's behind it," Damon assured her.

"Thank you, Uncle Damon," Nyla replied.

"Let's go to the ward," Damon said.

As they reached the ward, they saw two police officers standing at the door. When they noticed Nyla and Damon, they approached them.

"Ms. Jayston, we need to take yourContent is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

egarding this mornings

Is this a good time for

one of the officers asked.

Nyla pressed her lips together, her voice hoarse. "Yes. Is it alright to do it here?"

"That's fine," the officer answered.

The officers and Nyla took a seat on a bench outside the ward, and the questioning began.

No one noticed that Cyrus' face momentarily darkened.

After the statement was taken,

which took about half an hour, Nyla

couldn't help but ask, "By the way,

was the driver who caused the

accident arrested?"

"The driver died on the spot. Tests showed that he had alcohol in his system, so he was likely driving under the influence, which caused him to lose control of the vehicle," the officer replied.