Chasing the Unexpected

Clark gnashed his teeth, feeling a surge of anger. It was clear that Richard was favoring Damon.

Unlike Damon, however, Clark didn’t have his own company and couldn’t afford to defy Richard.

He quickly lowered his head and spoke in a guilty tone. “You’re right, Grandpa… I acted on impulse. Besides, Jordyn is carrying my child…”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear about your relationship problems anymore. You can go now,” Richard cut him off sharply.

Seeing the irritation in Richard’s expression, Clark took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Alright.”

As soon as Damon and Nyla left the Sumner residence, Damon finally released Nyla’s hand.

“Why did you come here, knowing you’d be put through the wringer?” Damon’s voice carried a hint of anger, making Nyla bite her lip nervously.

She looked up at him, her gaze filled with concern. “I didn’t want you to keep getting hurt because of me.”

Richard was Damon’s father, so she knew Damon wouldn’t fight back.

Originally, she had only planned to use Damon and hadn’t intended to come over. But when she saw the photo Clark had sent, her heart clenched painfully. At that moment, she realized she had truly fallen for Damon and couldn’t just stand by while he got hurt.

Damon was silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice. “I’ll let it slide this time, but don’t be so impulsive in the future.”

He was there today to protect her, but if he hadn’t been, she might have been bullied.

“Well, it depends on the situation,” Nyla replied honestly.

If he was hurt, there was no way she could just ignore it.

Damon frowned, about to say something, but Nyla cut him off, “Alright, enough lecturing. Your back is seriously injured. I’m taking you to get it treated.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the car.

The warmth of her touch seemed to melt the coldness in his heart.

Just as they reached the car, Clark’s mocking voice echoed behind them. “Nyla, are you happy now that you’ve driven a wedge between Uncle Damon and my grandfather?”

Nyla frowned, a wave of disgust washing over her. Clark was like a cockroach–impossible to kill or get cd of, always there to make things worse.

She turned to face him. “I’ll be happy when you’re finally kicked out of the Summers and struggling at every

turn.”

Clark’s expression froze, but then he let out a cold laugh. “Too bad, that day will never come.”

“Don’t be so sure. You’ve already been kicked out of the Sumner Group, and Jordyn doesn’t have the skills to come up with a patent that could get you back in, does she? fiyla retorted.

She stared at Clark coldly, not noticing the dangerous gleam in Damon’s eyes when she mentioned the patent.

Panic flashed in Clark’s eyes. Afraid Nyla would reveal the truth about the patent in front of Damon, he gritted his teeth and said, “We’ll see about that!”

He quickly turned and walked away.

Nyla watched Clark’s retreating figure before turning back to see Damon staring at her. She blinked, surprised. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.” Damon replied coolly and got into the car without another word.

Nyla stood there, staring through the window at Damon, who was deliberately avoiding her gaze. Confusion swirled in her mind.

Was he angry? But why?

As she settled into the driver’s seat, she hesitated for a moment before asking, “Are you mad at me?