Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon glanced at Brandon coolly as he replied, "You're not seeing things. This is my son."

"Your son?! Since when did you have a kid this old?!" Brandon exclaimed.

He stared at Mason in shock before his gaze shifted to Nyla. His brow furrowed as he suddenly recognized her. "Wait... you are... Nyla Jayston?!"

Brandon had only met Nyla a few times before. Since

he wasn't great with faces, he hadn't formed much of an impression of her, especially after learning that she had fallen into the sea.

If it weren't for the fact that Nyla was Valarie's close friend-

and he had been pursuing Valarie for five years, knowing she visited Nyla's grave every year on her birthday-

he probably would have forgotten about her completely.

Nyla was surprised he remembered her and smiled. "Hello, Mr. Brandon."

"Hello, hello!" Brandon replied, but as he spoke, a realization struck him.

His eyes widened as he turned to look at Damon. It took him a moment to recover. "Uncle Damon, you really kept this under wraps!" They had all believed Nyla was dead. Who would have guessed that Damon not only knew she was alive but also had a child with her? Judging by the boy's age, he had to be four or five years old.

Damon frowned, his voice cold. “It's not what you think. I'll explain everything later. And her name is Nyla Kinsey now."

Brandon nodded with a teasing grin. "Whether she's Nyla Jayston or Nyla Kinsey, she's still my Aunt Nyla!" Nyla frowned and was about to clarify, but Damon interrupted, looking at her, "Why don't you take Buddy upstairs for some rest? I need to have a word with him." Sensing they needed to discuss serious matters, Nyla picked up Mason. "Alright."

As she walked away, she figured Damon would eventually explain the misunderstanding to Brandon.

Once Nyla and Mason disappeared around the corner of the second floor, Brandon flopped onto a nearby sofa, wearing a mischievous look as he eyed Damon.

"Uncle Damon, when did you find out she was still alive? And why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

Damon lazily looked up. "My

personal business doesn't need reporting to you. And there's nothing between us, so don't go around

calling her that."

Brandon didn't buy it, not for a second. Nothing between them? The kid was already so big. Yeah, right.

"By the way, what brings you here tonight?" Damon asked.

Brandon smacked his thigh, almost forgetting the reason for his visit was just at the hospital. Clark and Cyrus are planning to use Grandpa's collapse to tarnish your name."

Damon let out a cold laugh. “That's all they're capable of."

To Damon, those two were nothing more than clowns-he never took them seriously. Brandon frowned as he said, "Still, if this gets out, it could cause trouble for you."

Damon remained calm and replied, "Let them. I don't care."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Uncle Damon, you might not care, but the shareholders of the Sumner Group do,” Brandon remarked.

He was worried. If this situation spiraled out of control, the shareholders, who were already dissatisfie with Damon, could use it against him.

Damon looked at him and asked, "So, what do you think we should do?"

Brandon thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't we get ahead of it and reveal the truth ourselves?"

"They aren't important enough for

me to act personally. Let them have their moment. When they realize they'll never get their hands on the Sumner Group, they'll fall in line Damon said. "As for their attempt to smear me, it'll just backfire and make them look foolish."