Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Only what you can actually get is truly important. Do you understand? There are so many injustices in this world. Not everyone receives an apology or justice. Justice doesn't align with the truth-it aligns with power," Clark said.

Nyla looked at him with cold eyes and replied, "So, according to you, I should just accept your so-called compensation as if it were charity and act like nothing ever happened?"

"I hope you understand what's most important for you right now. Be realistic. Pursuing fairness has little real meaning," Clark elaborated.

Nyla took a deep breath. "As long as I believe it's meaningful, that's enough."

Upon seeing her firm expression, Clark's gaze darkened. "So you're determined to hand over that evidence to the police, no matter what?" "I said I need time to think," Nyla insisted.

Finally, the last trace of warmth left Clark's eyes. He looked at Nyla with a blank expression and said, "Understood. You can go now." Seeing him like this made Nyla feel uneasy.

"Take care of yourself. If you really can't stand up in the future, I will stay by your side and take care of you," she said.

Clark didn't say anything, his expression as cold as ever.

Nyla said nothing more and left the room.

Once she got into the car, she thought for a while and decided to call Valarie to meet.

In the ward...

Clark stared out the window for a while before picking up his phone to call Cyrus. "Dad, let's proceed with what you suggested."

After finishing the call, he hung up quickly, fearing he would regret it if he waited even a second longer.

From this incident, he had already seen that Nyla had no feelings for him. He wouldn't hesitate any longer. Jordyn walked into the ward and noticed Clark's gloomy expression. She paused momentarily.

"Clark... What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Ms. Jayston?" she asked.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Stay out of things that don't concern you!" Clark snapped.

Jordyn stiffened. "Alright. I understand."

She sat down by the bedside, her voice soft. "The chicken soup will get cold if you don't drink it. Let me feed you."

Clark glanced at her impatiently. "I'm not in the mood to eat. You can go now."

"But I spent hours making this soup... You-" Jordyn began.

"Get out!" Clark's expression suddenly darkened, becoming terrifying.

Frightened, Jordyn instinctively took a few steps back, her face pale. She bit her lip, eyes filled with hurt. "Alright. If you don't want me here, I'll leave..."

With that, she turned and ran out of the room in tears.

Clark's expression remained unchanged, showing no concern for Jordyn's feelings.

...

Valarie had been waiting in the agreed-upon restaurant for over an hour, but Nyla still hadn't shown up.

Unable to wait any longer, she called Nyla, only to find that Nyla's phone was turned off.

Frowning, Valarie felt an uneasy premonition. Nyla shouldn't have turned off her phone while she was en route.

Over the next few minutes, Valarie

made several more calls, all of

which went straight to voicemail.

Her heart sank as she feared

something might have happened to Nyla.

Just as she was about to call the police, she remembered that she would need to wait 24 hours before reporting a missing person.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to call Damon instead.

Since Damon had previously asked her about something Nyla needed, reaching out to him might be more effective than contacting Clark.

As soon as the call connected,

Valarie said quickly, "Mr. Summer, Nyla was supposed to meet me earlier. I waited for over an hour, and she still hasn't arrived. Can you have your people help look for her?"