Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1004

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilkie, Mr. Sumner said he's not seeing anyone today. Please go back," the servant informed them.

Raymond's expression darkened.

This wasn't simply a refusal to see guests—it was clear they didn't want to see them at all.

He had just witnessed Theo being escorted inside moments earlier.

Forcing a smile, he said, "It's fine. We'll wait here. If Mr. Sumner changes his mind, please let us know."

The servant's expression remained indifferent as he replied, "Suit yourselves."

With that, the door was shut in their faces.

Wren frowned. "He refuses to see us. Why are we still waiting here? It's freezing cold..."

"Shut up!" Raymond snapped, his voice frigid. "If it weren't for your foolish actions, I wouldn't be begging Damon to forgive us. From now on, stay out of matters involving Jane and Gabriel. Don't show up in front of Nyla again, or I'll divorce you!"

Wren stiffened, unable to respond. She could only glare at Raymond, her emotions tangled between anger and helplessness.

It was her fault for acting impulsively and dragging Raymond's company into the mess.

"Fine," she muttered, her gaze dropping as she turned away from him.

…

The two of them stood outside the villa for over two hours before the door finally opened again.

Theo stepped out, surprised to see Raymond. "Uncle Raymond, you're here to see Mr. Sumner?"

Although they shared the same surname, their relationship was distant, limited to occasional meetings during holidays or special occasions.

"Uncle Raymond, I don't have that kind of influence. I'm not about to beg for you. You're on your own with this one," Theo said.

He then brushed past him and got into his car, driving off without a second glance.

Raymond's expression soured as he watched Theo's car disappear. He realized that Theo was only being polite by calling him "Uncle Raymond." There was no way he truly respected him.

Wren huffed angrily. "Theo has no manners! He didn't even greet me properly. No upbringing!"

Raymond shot her a cold look. "Greet you? Do you think you deserve that?"

Wren paled.

Staring at him with disbelief, she asked, "What do you mean by that, Raymond? Why don't I deserve it? No matter what, I'm still your wife!"