Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Even if he's my older brother, it doesn't change the fact that he kidnapped Nyla," Damon replied firmly.

Cindy's eyes flashed with anger due to Damon's unwavering defense of Nyla. "Damon, you're defending Nyla because you like her. She's just a woman-how can she be more important than your own brother?!"

"What?!" Marie turned sharply to look at Cindy, her face a mask of disbelief. "What nonsense are you spouting?! Have you lost your mind?!"

How could Damon possibly like Nyla? She was his nephew's wife!

Richard's expression grew grim, his gaze toward Cindy sharp.

Cindy, now resolute, bit her lip and continued. "Mom, I overheard Damon confess his feelings for Nyla when I visited her in the hospital once. I didn't tell you before because I was worried you couldn't handle it. But seeing Damon now ignoring his brother's well-being for the sake of an outsider, I couldn't keep it to myself anymore!"

Marie took a step back, collapsing onto the sofa, her expression dazed.

Damon liked Nyla? How could he like Nyla?

She recalled Clark's comment about Damon's feelings for a married woman. She hadn't understood it at the time, but now it made sense!

Steadying herself, she looked at Damon with a mix of disappointment and anger. "Do you really like Nyla?"

His gaze was steady as he replied seriously, "Yes, I do."

Marie slapped Damon across the face, her eyes red with rage, nearly collapsing from the effort.

The alarmed housekeeper, Catherine Talbot, quickly stepped forward to support her wobbling figure.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Madam, your health is important. The doctor said you shouldn't get angry," Catherine reminded her gently.

Marie shoved her away. "How can I not be angry?!"

She turned to Damon, her body trembling with fury. "Get down

your knees! I introduced you toet

so

many suitable women, but you didn't show any interest!

"If you liked a woman from a good family, even if she wasn't a perfect match, might have accepted it. But you're in love with your nephew's wife. Are you trying to drive your father and me to our graves?!"

Damon knelt with a straight back, his expression stoic and unchanging.

His silence only fueled Marie's anger. She pounded her cane on the tile floor repeatedly.

"From now on, you're not to see thạt woman again! Even if she weren't married to Clark, I'd never approve of you being with her. Not unless I'm dead!" Marie demanded.

Damon looked up, his voice steady. "Mom, I won't stop pursuing her."

Marie raised her cane and struck him on the back, shouting, "Say it again!"

"I said, I won't stop pursuing her!" Damon repeated.

The cane came down again, and Damon echoed his declaration.

After numerous repetitions, Marie's face grew increasingly pale. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she suddenly blacked out and fell backward.

"Mom!" Cindy screamed, rushing to catch Marie, her eyes filled with worry. "Mom fainted! Call the family doctor!"

The living room erupted into chaos as the service staff and Cindy hurried to help Marie into a room and called the family doctor.

Soon, the only ones left in the living room were Damon, still kneeling, and Richard, who remained silent with a grim expression.