Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla looked at her indifferently. "I don't have anything to talk to you about."

Rebecca smiled bitterly. "I know you hate me. After all, I returned to the country and took Damon away from you."

"Ms. Austen, you're overthinking it. I don't like you, but it's not to the point of hatred. If it's just your unrequited feelings, it wouldn't affect my relationship with Damon," Nyla replied.

Ultimately, it was Damon who gave Rebecca the chance to interfere in their relationship.

Rebecca's face turned a bit pale. "Ms. Jayston, you'll have a lifetime with Damon, but I only have three months. Can you let him be with me for these three months? After that, I promise I'll leave and won't bother you again." Nyla frowned. "What you're saying now doesn't matter. I've already broken up with him. Whether you're with him for three months or three years is no longer my concern."

With that, she walked past Rebecca and left.

Rebecca was about to stop her when her phone rang.

Seeing it was Jordyn, she frowned in annoyance but answered the call. "What's going on?"

"Rebecca, you're going to get me killed! The Summers have suppressed that video, and the buzz is gone. The Sumners won't let me off!" Jordyn cried.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in Saintornia knows you're married to Clark now. If something happens to you, everyone will think the Sumners are behind it," Rebecca retorted.

Jordyn sneered. "It's easy for you to say. If something happens to me, I won't let you off either!"

Before Rebecca could respond, Jordyn hung up.

...

Not long after the call ended, a strange noise came from the door.

Startled, Jordyn slowly approached the door and peered through the peephole but saw nothing.

Just as she was about to dismiss the sound as her imagination, something thudded heavily against the door.

"Who's there? Who's outside?!" Jordyn called out.

She was panic-stricken and received no response.

As she hesitated over whether to

call the police, a weak voice came et

through. "Jordyn, open the door..."

Recognizing Clark's voice, Jordyn hurriedly opened the door.

"Ah!" Seeing the scene outside, Jordyn screamed in shock and instinctively took a few steps back.

Clark lay on the ground, his suit in tatters, his face swollen and bruised. He looked nothing like the

well-dressed man he us was.

At that moment, he could easily be mistaken for a homeless person.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Jordyn rushed to help him, tears streaming down her face.

"Clark... who did this to you? Did you call the police?" she asked.

Clark was barely conscious. Hearing

her, he struggled to open his eyes and weakly said, "Don't call the police... Use my phone to call Dr. Knox... Have him come over."

"You're seriously injured! Why not call the police?!" Jordyn cried.

Clark tried to respond, but as he opened his mouth, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Jordyn was horrified. "Stop talking... I won't call the police... Let me help you to the sofa first..." After helping Clark onto the sofa, Jordyn quickly grabbed his phone and called the doctor.

"Dr. Knox, come quickly... Clark is seriously injured..."

On her way home, Nyla received another call from the unknown number she had been receiving earlier.