Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon paused in his tracks. "No, set another place for me."

Lydia nodded. "Got it! I'll go call Ms. Kinsey and Mr. Mason down for lunch."

"Alright," Damon replied.

As Nyla and Mason came downstairs, she was surprised to see Damon sitting at the head of the table." Good afternoon, Mr. Sumner."

Since they had agreed to stop clashing, the atmosphere between them had softened significantly.

"Good afternoon," Damon replied.

After placing Mason in a chair, Nyla planned to feed him first before eating herself.

Noticing this, Lydia stepped forward and said, "Ms. Kinsey, let me feed Mr. Mason. You go ahead and eat."

Seeing Nyla hesitate, Lydia added with a smile, "I've trained to take care of children, so I won't make any

mistakes."

Nýla didn't mean to imply that she didn't trust Lydia-she just felt a bit embarrassed about having someone else care for her child.

Just then, Damon's deep voice broke in! "Let Lydia feed him."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Okay, Lydia, I'll leave it to you," Nyla said.

"No trouble at all, Ms. Kinsey. Don't worry about it," Lydia replied.

After Nyla sat down and picked up her cutlery, Damon suddenly asked, "Did Clark bother you today?"

Caught off guard by the question, Nyla paused before nodding. “Yeah.”

"If he bothers you again, just tell me. I'll handle it," Damon stated.

Nyla pressed her lips together and looked down. "No need. I can take care of it myself."

Damon's grip on his cutlery tightened, but he didn't pursue the topic any further.

The table fell into silence, filled only with the sounds of plates and cutlery clinking.

After finishing his meal, Damon grabbed some documents and left.

Nyla took Mason upstairs. After coaxing him to sleep for his afternoon nap, she was about to rest when there was a gentle knock at the door.

Noticing Mason frown as if he was waking up, Nyla hurried to the door and opened it to find Lydia.

"Lydia, what's wrong? Buddy is taking a nap,” she asked

Lydia quickly lowered her voice. "Ms. Kinsey, Ms. Hulle is here. She's downstairs right now."

Erin was Damon's fiancee. As a housekeeper, Lydia couldn't chase her away and had to come find Nyla instead.

Nyla's eyes flickered with surprise. She hadn't expected Erin to arrive so soon.

"Okay, I understand. I'll come down right away," she assured Lydia.

Lydia sighed, looking a bit worried. "Ms. Kinsey, Ms. Hulle doesn't look happy. I think she means trouble.

You'd better be mentally prepared."

Meeting Lydia's concerned gaze, Nyla nodded with a smile. "Sure. I appreciate it, Lydia. Thank you."

After Lydia left, Nyla glanced back at Mason, relieved to see he hadn't woken up. She quickly changed her clothes and headed downstairs.

As soon as Nyla entered the living room, she found Erin sitting on the couch, visibly angry.

"Nyla, how dare you have the nerve to live here! I really underestimated you!" Erin scolded.

Sitting down across from her, Nyla maintained a calm expression. "You should direct that comment to Damon."

Erin sneered. “Don't think living here means you've won. I'm still Damon's flancee!"

Feeling irritated, Nyla looked up at

her. "Ms. Hulle, I thought after five years you'd be a bit smarter, but it

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seems you're still just as foolish as you were back then." Conten belongs to

"What did you say?! Say that again!" Erin cried..

How dare Nyla call her foolish?! What right did this woman have?!

"If you had any brains at all, you'd know that causing a scene with me is pointless. Damon will only be unhappy about it. And who do you think leaked the news about me staying here to you?" Nyla shot back.