Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1122

For a mother, nothing was more important than her child.

If Gabriel had kidnapped Nyla, she wouldn't have hated him this much.

"Mm. I'll have someone keep an eye on her. She won't have another chance to come near you and Buddy," Damon said.

He had also heard that Wren's husband had divorced her. Now that Gabriel was in jail, no one knew what crazy things she might do in her desperation.

"Okay, I'll leave you to work now. I won't disturb you," Nyla said.

Damon hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell her what Tom had mentioned earlier.

When he didn't answer, Nyla asked, "What's wrong?"

Damon shook his head. "It's nothing. You go ahead. I'll start working."

Nyla frowned slightly, sensing something was off. "Are you sure? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, I'm just still a bit worried about Buddy," Damon replied.

She sighed. "I am too, but he has to go to school. We'll just have to pay extra attention for now."

After Gabriel's arrest, no one should have been able to harm her or Mason anymore.

"Mm," Damon hummed in response.

Nyla left the study, returned to the living room, and called Mason over. "Buddy, I just talked to your kindergarten teacher. You can start school again tomorrow."

Mason's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?!"

"Yes. Now go upstairs and pack your schoolbag," she instructed.

"I'm going right now!" Mason exclaimed, running upstairs, his joy evident in every step.

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Gabriel's eyes.

"Don't go near her again," he said coldly.

Wren's frustration boiled over. "After everything she's done to you, you're still defending her? Are you out of your mind?!"

"It's none of your business how I feel," Gabriel replied. "Just live your own life from now on. Pretend you never had a son like me."

Wren stared at him, her voice rising with desperation. "Live my life? What life do I have now? I've been divorced. Raymond kicked me out. I have no one to rely on. How am I supposed to live the rest of my life? Beg on the street?"

Gabriel's expression didn't waver. "I bought you an insurance policy before. You'll get 7,000 dollars a month. If you budget carefully, it should be enough."

"What?" Wren asked, stunned. "When did you do that? I didn't know about it!"

"It doesn't matter when I bought it," Gabriel said. "Just go. Don't come back here. My lawyer will handle the rest."