Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1193

Nyla pressed her lips together. "Dad, don't worry. Since I've chosen to go to Meristate, I've already prepared myself to face whatever comes my way. You don't need to worry about me."

Harrison wanted to say more, but just then, the hospital room door opened. The housekeeper entered with a bag of clean clothes for him.

"Ms. Kinsey, has Mr. Jayston woken up?" she asked.

Nyla nodded. "Yes, he's awake. The doctor just came by and said there's nothing serious for now. They'll continue monitoring him over the next few days."

"Alright, Ms. Kinsey. If you have things to take care of, you can go ahead. I'll stay here and call you if anything comes up," the housekeeper offered.

Since there wasn't much for Nyla to do at the hospital, she nodded and stood up. "Alright. If anything happens, call me immediately. If it gets too difficult for you to manage alone, I'll hire a couple of nurses to help."

The housekeeper quickly waved her hands. "No need, no need. I can handle it on my own."

"Okay." Nyla turned to Harrison and spoke softly. "Dad, I'm going home to cook some soup for you. I'll bring it over in the afternoon. As for going to Meristate, it's my decision. You don't have to worry. Just focus on resting and getting better."

Harrison was silent for a while before sighing. "You have your own thoughts, and I can't control you anymore... Do whatever you want."

Without responding, Nyla turned and left.

As soon as she walked out of the hospital, her phone rang—it was Damon.

"Nyla, I just dropped Buddy off at home. I'm heading to the hospital now," he informed.

"No need, my dad's already awake. I'm heading back now," Nyla replied.

"I'll come pick you up," he offered.

"I'll just take a cab. It's faster," she said and called for one.

…

Nyla arrived home a little after noon.

As she stepped into the living room, she saw Damon sitting on the couch, talking on the phone.

Mason was on the carpet nearby, playing with building blocks.

Realistically speaking, that would take another 20 or 30 years.

She turned to him. "Alright, don't you have work to do? Now that we're back, you should take care of it."

"Okay. Just let me know when you head to the hospital later, and I'll go with you," Damon reminded.

"Alright," Nyla answered.

…

An hour later, Nyla packed the freshly cooked soup into a container and walked to the study.

She knocked on the door and pushed it open, about to step inside when she saw Damon asleep at his desk.

She stopped in her tracks, her heart aching at the sight.

Lately, he had been overwhelmed with work and hadn't been getting enough rest. His body was probably already at its limit.