Upgrading My Ex to His Uncle Chapter 224

Clark's eyes widened in shock, his expression darkening. "How did you—"

"Does it really matter how I found out?" Nyla interrupted.

Clark fell silent, his face tense as he stared at her.

When the elevator doors opened, Nyla walked in without hesitation. Seeing Clark still standing at the entrance, she asked coldly, "Aren't we going to the family home?"

Clark took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator. He looked at Nyla and said, "Nyla, Jordyn's father was in a car accident, and it was an emergency—"

Nyla, clearly fed up, cut him off sharply. "Don't bother making excuses. The fact is, you've already made your choice between me and Jordyn."

Clark attempted to explain, "It's not like that—"

"Enough. The more you explain, the more disgusted I get!" Nyla snapped.

Clark's face froze, and the elevator fell into silence, the only sound being its soft hum as it descended.

Soon, they reached the ground floor.

Nyla walked out of the elevator and headed straight to her car.

"I'll see you at the family home," she said curtly.

Clark frowned and replied, "Nyla, my grandparents are going to be furious. There are some things we need to discuss on the way. You should ride with me."

Nyla turned to him, her voice devoid of warmth. "There's nothing to discuss. I'll tell them the truth."

Now that Clark had given away the kidney that could have saved Harrison, she had no reason to cover for him. In fact, she planned to use this opportunity to push for a divorce.

Without another glance at him, she got into her car and drove off.

It wasn't until Clark's figure disappeared from her rearview mirror that she picked up her phone and called Damon.

The phone rang a few times before he answered. "What's wrong?"

Damon's deep voice sounded distant, almost echoing in Nyla's ear.

She bit her lip before asking softly, "Are you in a meeting? Am I interrupting?"

Damon sat at the head of the table in the conference room at Prospectus Technology, surrounded by the company's board members. His cold expression and commanding presence made him an intimidating figure to everyone in the room.

"It's fine. Go ahead," Damon replied.

"Uncle Damon, I just wanted to ask if you arranged for Clark's affair photos to be leaked online?"

Damon's gaze hardened.

"Yes," he answered.

"Got it. Thank you, Uncle Damon," Nyla replied.

"Is there anything else?" Damon asked.

"No, that's all," Nyla answered.

After hanging up, Damon's voice returned to its usual icy tone. "Let's resume the meeting."

The board members kept their heads down, but their minds were racing.

They couldn't help but wonder who was important enough for Damon to take a call in the middle of a meeting—a rarity, as he had never done so before.

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An hour later, Nyla arrived at the Sumner residence.

Clark was already there.

Without exchanging any words with him, Nyla walked straight into the house.

As soon as they stepped into the living room, Richard's angry voice greeted Clark. "Get over here and kneel!"

Clark's face paled. He took a deep breath and walked over to kneel in front of Richard and Marie.

On the nearby sofa, Cindy and Cyrus sat with equally grim expressions.

Nyla halted a few steps behind Clark, ignoring the icy glare Cindy directed at her. She found it ironic that Cindy, whose son had been the one to engage in the affair, dared to look at her with such disdain.

Richard turned to Clark, his expression filled with deep disappointment. "Clark, have you forgotten the Sumners' code of conduct?"

It was hard for him to grasp that the grandson he had raised with such care was now following in his father's footsteps, entangled in an affair just like Cyrus had been.