Upgrading My Ex to His Uncle Chapter 210

Nyla spent some time with Valarie and left after Phoebe arrived.

…

The next morning, as Nyla was heading to work, she saw Michael standing a short distance away and frowned. Initially, she planned to ignore him, but he quickly approached her and stopped right in front of her.

"Mrs. Sumner, this is a gift from Mr. Sumner," Michael said.

Nyla glanced at the jewelry box in his hand, her face expressionless. "What does Clark mean by this? Is it a slap in the face followed by a prize?"

Michael shook his head, trying to stay calm. "No. This is Mr. Sumner's apology gift. He's too afraid to come himself, so he sent me to give it to you."

Nyla took the box, opened it, and found an expensive diamond necklace inside.

Just as Michael let out a sigh of relief, Nyla tossed both the box and the necklace into a nearby trash can.

"Mrs. Sumner!" Michael exclaimed.

Nyla looked at him, her voice cold and deliberate. "Go back and tell him that I won't accept such a half-hearted apology."

With that, she got into her car and drove away, leaving Michael behind.

…

When Clark learned that Nyla had thrown the necklace away, his expression darkened. Considering that he had locked her in the basement for a whole day and left her hungry, it was understandable that she was still angry.

"Understood. You can go back to work now," Clark said, dismissing Michael.

Michael, relieved, responded softly. "Okay."

…

In the evening, after Nyla bought groceries and returned home, she saw Clark standing by her door as she exited the elevator. Her brow furrowed involuntarily.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Seeing the wariness in her eyes, Clark felt a pang. His gaze grew serious. "Nyla, I came to take you home."

"Go back with you and be locked away in a dark basement again?" She looked at him coldly, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Clark avoided her gaze. "Nyla, it was wrong of me to lock you in the basement without knowing the full story. But you didn't explain everything to me either, did you?"

Nyla sneered. "When you called me that day, I sent you messages about Valarie's fall. Did you believe them?"

Clark was taken aback. He remembered the incident but had been so angry at the time that he had deleted her messages without opening them. So… her messages had already explained everything.

Realizing this, he felt even guiltier. "Nyla, I'm sorry. I was so angry that I didn't read your messages… I didn't know…"

"So not knowing the truth and not trusting me gave you the right to lock me in a basement?" Nyla felt revulsion every time she saw Clark, recalling the torment she had endured in the darkness for a whole. day.

A simple apology after causing such harm? Was his apology worth anything?

"Nyla, I know you're furious right now, but I really understand my mistake. Just come back with me. You can punish me however you want, alright?" Clark pleaded.

"Clark, stop pretending. I won't believe a single word you say anymore!" Nyla spat.

Seeing her stubbornness, Clark fell silent for a few seconds before speaking quietly. "Alright, if you won't come back, then I'll move in with you."

"You're absolutely shameless!" Nyla exclaimed.

"Nyla, I just want to be with you. We're married. Living together is only natural and legal," Clark emphasized.

Nyla knew very well that if Clark insisted on moving in, there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she moved elsewhere, he would follow. Plus, since they were married, the police wouldn't intervene if she called them.

The thought filled her with an unprecedented sense of anger and helplessness.