Chasing the Unexpected

After watching Nyla enter the apartment complex, Damon left.

On his way back to the company, he was deep in thought about how to ensure that Clark and Nyla would divorce smoothly.

Since Clark’s legs were now disabled from saving Nyla, he might use this as leverage to keep her with him. Damon’s gaze grew colder as he considered this possibility.

Meanwhile, in Cyrus‘ study…

“Make sure that driver keeps his mouth shut. If this leads back to me, I won’t let you off!” he barked.

A man in his 30s, with his head lowered, stood before Cyrus‘ desk and replied, “Mr. Sumner, don’t worry He was dying anyway. He’ll definitely keep quiet for the sake of his family.”

Cyrus nodded, his eyes filled with calculation. “Good. Make sure the money for his family is in cash. Leave no evidence.”

“Understood!” the man answered.

After his subordinate left, Cyrus leaned back in his chair with a cold smirk.

In the evening, Nyla arrived at the hospital with a thermos of soup, only to hear Clark’s furious shouts from inside the room.

“Get out! I don’t believe this! I can’t be disabled! Get everyone out!”

The door to the room was flung open, and Cindy and Jordyn walked out with red, swollen eyes.

Upon seeing Nyla, Jordyn’s eyes flashed with hatred.

“Nyla, because of you, Clark will never walk again. Are you happy now?” she demanded.

Nyla found it strange that a mistress would have the audacity to question her. Not wanting to argue in the hospital hallway and give others a show, she ignored Jordyn and walked into the room.

As soon as she stepped inside, a cup shattered at her feet.

“I said, get out! I don’t want to see anyone right now!” Clark growled.

When Clark saw that it was Nyla, his angry expression momentarily froze. He then turned his head away and said coldly, “I don’t want to see you either. Can you leave me alone for a while?”

Nyla pursed her lips, carefully avoided the broken pieces, and sat down by the bedside.

“I understand that it’s hard for you to accept this right now and that you might regret saving me. But nothing can be changed now. Once your injuries improve, we can go abroad and see if there’s any hope for treatment,” Nyla assured him.

Clark smiled bitterly and said slowly, “Nyla, I’ll never regret saving you. To me, you’re more important than these legs. I even feel fortunate that I was able to save you that day. It’s just that I need time to accept the fact that I might never walk again.

Nyla looked down, her hands clenching Involuntarily, her gaze filled with struggle.

With resignation, Clark continued. “You’ve always disliked me and wanted a divorce. Now that I’m disabled, I don’t have the right to keep you with me, and I don’t want to burden you. Once I’m a bit better, we’ll go through with the divorce.”

Nyla was silent for a moment before responding. “Alright.”

Disbelief flickered in Clark’s eyes at her response, and he gripped the bedclothes tightly. He hadn’t expected that even after losing the use of his legs for Nyla, she still wanted a divorce.

“About the document you sent me earlier… Can you, for the sake of me saving you, not send it to the police?” Clark asked.

When Nyla looked up at him, he hesitated but added, “I know my father did some terrible things to the Jaystons, but he’s still my biological father. I can’t just let him go to prison.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Nyla opened the thermos and poured a bowl of chicken soup for Clark.