Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Seeing the hateful comments directed at her, Lucia was so furious she nearly crushed her phone. She hadn't

expected Nyla to be prepared for Kenneth's confrontation from the start. Now, not only had Nyla managed to clear her name, but Lucia might also get implicated.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Panicking, Lucia contacted the influencer who had posted the video and asked them to delete it. However, she was told that the account had been locked and couldn't be accessed.

Lucia's heart sank. How could this happen right after Nyla released the recording? Could it be Clark's doing?

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. If they traced this back to her, she'd be

finished.

Desperate, she rushed to Clement, who was in his study.

After listening to Lucia's explanation, Clement slapped her hard across the face. "You idiot! Are you trying to get us all killed?"

He had warned her before not to go against Nyla, but she hadn't listened and had gone behind his back to create this mess.

Lucia's cheek stung, but she ignored the pain and knelt in front of his desk. "Dad, you're the only one who can help me now. I know I was wrong. I promise I won't go against Nyla again. Please help me one mo time."

Clement felt nothing but annoyance when he saw Lucia cry. If she weren't his only child, he wouldn't bother with her. "Get out!"

"Dad..."

"If you don't leave now, you can handle this yourself!"

Relieved by Clement's promise, Lucia quickly got up and left the study. Instead of returning to her room, she went to the kitchen. Knowing Clement was still angry, she decided to make some soup and use deliv Less than half an hour later, Lucia brought a bowl of soup to the study. The door was slightly ajar. As she was about to knock, she heard Clement's deep voice from inside.

"Cyrus, don't forget that without my help all those years ago, your Sumner family wouldn't be wre it is today."

Lucia paused, a look of confusion crossing her face. All those years ago? Instinctively, she thought of the accident six years ago at Harris Pharmaceuticals. The company collapsed within a month of the incident a stroke. Meanwhile, Clement had moved to another company and climbed the ranks.

Cyrus was Clark's father. Lucia had never seen any interaction between Clement and Cyrus, so they shouldn't know each other by right.

Lucia's hands gripping the tray turned pale, and her heart raced. Could there be more to that accident than she knew?

She leaned closer to the door, trying to listen more intently, but she pushed too hard and the door swung

open.

Startled by the noise, Clement quickly ended his call.

As the door opened, Lucia met Clement's murderous gaze. She shivered. "Dad..."

Realizing it was Lucia, he softened his expression but still looked displeased. "When did you get here?"

Under his scrutinizing stare, Lucia steadied her nerves and said softly, "I just got here. I brought you some chicken soup.

As she approached Clement's desk, trying to hide her fear, he watched her coldly without speaking. She set the soup down, and only then did she feel a bit relieved when he didn't do anything else. "Dad, did you handle my issue?" she asked nervously.