Trading My Ex for His Uncle



They hadn't been contacted in recent years, and boredom was beginning to set in.

The man removed his sunglasses, revealing bright, lively eyes that outshone all the women present. He replied, "Mm, get ready to work."

At his words, the partying crowd dropped their wine and champagne glasses and rushed into the manor.

There had originally been four rooms on the left side of the manor's second floor. Now, they were all connected to a long room with over a dozen computers set up.

The group quickly seated themselves in front of their computers, powered them on, and turned to look at the man who entered last.

The man powered on his own computer and announced, his expression unreadable, "I'm sending your tasks now."

Soon, a file appeared on the group's computers. As they reviewed the contents, the room filled with the sounds of typing and clicking.

...

When Nyla and Damon returned home after shopping, the cleaning lady had already left.

As they entered the kitchen, Nyla began preparing dinner, while Damon offered to help. "Nyla, let me lend a hand."

Nyla handed him some vegetables and instructed, "Wash these for me."

"Sure," Damon replied.

He took the bag, placed it in the sink, and began washing the greens. Together, they quickly made a four-dish meal with soup.

After they finished cooking, Nyla asked Damon to call Harrison for dinner while she tidied up the kitchen.

As Harrison stepped out of his room and saw the beautifully arranged dishes on the table, a complex emotion crossed his face. His daughter, who once couldn't cook anything, had now prepared a full meal in no time.

Reflecting on this, he felt guilty—not only to Emerald but to Nyla as well.

Noticing his somber expression, Nyla handed him a plate and said, "Dad, let's eat."

"Nyla, have you had a tough time these past few years?" Harrison asked.

If he hadn't shown favoritism toward Wren, Nyla might not have been so cold and distant for the past five years. Just thinking about it caused a sharp pain in his heart.

Nyla brushed it off. "It's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up."

Regret flashed in Harrison's eyes, and he felt even more guilty.

Nyla placed some beef on his plate and calmly reassured him, "Don't dwell on it. I don't blame you anymore. If it weren't for those five years, I wouldn't be who I am today."

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Now that Harrison was back in her life, she could care for him while also being with the person she loved, along with their adorable son. She felt content.

People needed to move forward. If one constantly wallowed in self-pity and blamed the world, life would only become more twisted and painful.

Harrison saw how unfazed she was, how she truly didn't mind the past anymore, and sighed. "After living all these years, I've realized I'm not as clear-headed as you."

Nyla replied, "The most important thing for you now is to take care of your health and enjoy your retirement. Don't worry about anything else." Harrison smiled. "Okay."

He should learn to be content. After all, he had prayed every day for Nyla's safety over the past five years. Now that wish had come true-he shouldn't ask for more.

After dinner, Nyla and Damon stayed with Harrison for a while before leaving.

On the way home, Nyla received a call from Brandon, asking if Valarie was with her. Although Nyla had felt a bit drowsy, she instantly perked up at the mention.