Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"I'm looking into it. It should be resolved in the next couple of days."

A flicker of joy flashed in Lucia's eyes. "Thanks, Dad!"This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't celebrate too soon. If there's a next time, I won't intervene," Clement warned sternly.

"Got it. I'll go back to my room and sleep now. You should get some rest too," Lucia replied, turning to leave.

Just as she turned, Clement spoke again in an ominous voice. "Lucia, you better not have overheard something you shouldn't have. Don't expect me to overlook family ties if you did."

Lucia could hear the warning in Clement's tone and bit her lip. When she turned back to him, her expression was filled with confusion. "Dad, what shouldn't I have heard? I don't understand."

Clement looked at her coldly. Seeing her puzzled expression, as if she truly hadn't heard anything, he suppressed his suspicions. "It's better if you don't understand. Go rest now."

It wasn't until Lucia locked the door behind her when she returned to her bedroom that she realized she was drenched in cold sweat. She had sensed Clement's hostility earlier-

it was the first time he had ever looked at her with such icy eyes. But it only confirmed her suspicions that whatever Clement had mentioned was definitely related to the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident years ag Despite that, she dared not investigate further. If Clement found out, she couldn't bear the consequences. Taking a deep breath, she decided to bury this matter deep inside her heart- she wouldn't utter a word about it.

Clark had waited for over an hour, but Nyla still hadn't called him. Growing impatient, he called Michael. Has Nyla contacted you to help remove the video?"

There was a moment of silence before Michael responded. "Mr. Sumner, half an hour ago, Mrs. Sumner turned the tide with a recording of her conversation with Kenneth. She probably... doesn't need our help Thinking about how Clark had said he would wait for Nyla to come to him for help, Michael wondered if Clark felt mocked. Nonetheless, he wouldn't dare tell Clark this.

Clark questioned, "Why didn't you report this to me?"

"Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry, it's my negligence," Michael answered.

The key was that he also did not expect that Clark hadn't paid attention to the change in public opinion online.

Your full attendance bonus this month is docked. It'll be a week's salary if there's a next time." With that, Clark hung up.

Thinking about how Nyla would rather solve things herself than call him for help, Clark felt a surge of frustration and immediately called her.

The phone rang for a long time before Nyla answered. Before he could say anything, her irritated voice

came through. "Do you realize what time it is?"

She had finally fallen asleep only to be woken up by Clark's call, leaving her in a foul mood.

"Why didn't you call me to help with what happened tonight?"

Clark's accusatory tone made Nyla laugh. Did he expect her to beg for his help?

"Why would I call you?"

"I'm your husband. If you had just told me, I would have had Michael take down the video. But you didn't even send me a message. You don't regard me at all."

Every word Clark spoke was filled with anger, and his tone was colder than ever.

Nyla didn't know how to describe

what she felt at that moment. It was as if the man who once loved her had vanished before her eyes, and she could only watch helplessly. All her emotions drained away. leaving only a sense of helplessness.

She turned on her bedside lamp, sat up, and spoke calmly. "You are my husband, but only in name. If you truly cared about me, you wouldn't wait for me to beg for your

help knowing I was being wronged. You would have acted on your own.

"Clark, you don't care about me. You just want to win."