Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark hurried forward and squatted beside Harrison. "Dad, rest assured. I'll always treat Nyla well,"

"Mm. As long as you treat her well, that's all I ask for."

Seeing Harrison's eyelids droop from the lingering anesthesia, Nyla quickly called out to him. "Dad, the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet. You can't sleep." Throughout the night, Nyla and Clark took turns watching over Harrison. As dawn approached, the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, allowing Harrison to finally rest. Shortly after dawn, Wren arrived with freshly made soup. "Nyla, Clark, you two stayed up all night. You should go home now. I'll take care of things here."

After a night of vigil, Nyla could barely keep her eyes open. She nodded. "Okay, Wren. If there's anything. call me. I'll be resting at home on Saturday and Sunday

Wren unintentionally frowned as she thought, "Hasn't Nyla been unemployed? Why would she mention resting on weekends?"

Before she could ask, nurses entered to conduct examinations on Harrison. She pushed aside her doubts and decided to ask Nyla later.

As Nyla and Clark exited the hospital, Nyla planned to hall a taxi, but Clark stood in her way. "Nyla, I'll drive you home."

Nyla considered for a moment. There were things she needed to discuss with him as well, "Alright."

Inside the car, Nyla turned to face Clark calmly. "Clark, you don't need to come to

the hospital anymore. I'm not ready to tell Dad about our divorce yet, and I don't want us to pretend everything is fine in front of

him."

Clark paused before starting the car, then looked at Nyla after a long silence. "Nyla, I've said that divorce is not an option. But you've tested my limits repeatedly so I have to teach you a lesson." "What do you mean?" Nyla asked.

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Since Nyla hadn't worn her seatbelt, her head slammed hard against the seatback, causing her to scrunch her face up in pain.

Clark remained silent, his cold gaze fixed ahead. Veins popped on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel, and the car kept accelerating.

Nyla paled in fear and dared not speak further. A sense of dread washed over her. She shouldn't have gotten into Clark's car. This man was clearly insane!

Soon, Clark's car stopped at the entrance of the villa. He got out and opened the passeriger door. "Nyla, get out."

"Take me back to my rental."

Seeing Nyla unmoving, Clark simply carried her.

As Nyla was lifted into the air, she instinctively clutched Clark's neck, her expression filled with anger. Clark, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Clark said nothing, carrying her into the villa. It wasn't until they reached the bedroom that he finally placed her on the bed.

"You'll stay in the villa these next few days. Once you've thought things through, I'll let you leave. If by Monday you still haven't figured it out, I'll help you resign from Park Pharmaceuticals." Nyla snapped her head up to glare at him. "Who do you think you

are?"

Clark chuckled, his expression still gentle. "Nyla, I've spoiled you too much these past few years that you speak of divorce at every turn now. It's okay. In these next few days, I'll show you that you can't leave me."

Sensing the danger emanating from him, Nyla tried to retreat, but he grabbed her ankle. The next moment, he pulled her forcefully toward him.

"Ah!" Nyla exclaimed as Clark sealed her lips with his.

Realizing his intentions, she tried to push him away, fear and disgust flashing in her eyes. He pinned her hands down on the bed, his larger build pressed down on hers.

"Move away! Don't make me hate you!"

Seeing the hatred in Nyla's eyes, Clark gripped her chin. "Nyla, this won't work anymore. Even if you hate me, I'll make you carry my child. Only like this will you stop thinking about leaving me."

"Do you

think I'll give birth to the child with our current circumstances? Even if I get pregnant, I won't let the child see this world."

"That's fine. If you abort it, we'll keep trying-until you're willing to give birth to it."

Clark's eyes, filled with recklessness, made Nyla understand that he meant every word. She was overwhelmed with fear.

"You're insane, just insane."

"Even if I'm crazy, it's all for you."

Nyla's clothes were ripped, revealing her bra and fair skin.