Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1011

Looking at Jane's self-righteous demeanor, Gabriel remained expressionless. His gaze was indifferent, as if she were a stranger of no consequence.

His lack of reaction agitated Jane even more.

"Gabriel, why aren't you saying anything? Why?!" she shouted.

Gabriel's voice was calm. "Because I think you're pitiful."

"Pitiful?!" Jane repeated, then burst into laughter. "Do you think you're any less pitiful than I am? You abandoned your wife to be with Nyla, but has she even spared you a second glance? In the end, you and I are no different—we're both pathetic losers."

Gabriel showed no visible reaction but said, "Jane, I'm not like you."

"What's so different about you?" Jane demanded.

"I can make my own choices. You can't. Take this situation, for example—I can ensure you'll never see Wilhelm again, but there's nothing you can do to stop me," Gabriel stated.

Jane froze, her laughter faltering. An overwhelming sense of unease gripped her. "What are you going to do?"

Gabriel waved his hand, and two bodyguards stepped forward, grabbing Jane by the arms.

"For the sake of your own goals, you were willing to harm your child. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a mother. I'll be taking Wilhelm with me. From now on, don't even think about seeing him again," Gabriel announced.

"What?!" Jane's eyes widened in shock. "Gabriel, what gives you the right to do this?! I won't let you take Wilhelm! Over my dead body!"

Gabriel indifferently remarked, "Too noisy."

One of the bodyguards covered Jane's mouth and dragged her away.

She struggled desperately, letting out muffled cries, but it was no use. She was soon forced into an elevator.

…

At the hospital's main entrance, the bodyguards unceremoniously dumped her onto the ground.

The impact made Jane see stars, but she ignored the pain and got up, prepared to run back to the hospital.

…

When Wilhelm woke up, he realized he wasn't in the hospital anymore.

The unfamiliar room made him uneasy, and he quickly climbed out of bed.

As his feet touched the floor, the door opened, and Gabriel walked in carrying a bowl of soup.

"Daddy!" Wilhelm's face lit up with surprise and joy. He ran to Gabriel, who caught him with one arm while balancing the bowl in the other.

"Careful," Gabriel said with a smile.

"Daddy, where is this? Why am I here? And where's Mommy?" Wilhelm asked.

Gabriel's smile didn't waver. "This is our home now. Are you hungry? Have some soup. The helper's making your favorite barbecue ribs for lunch."