Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1194

Damon hadn't mentioned it because he didn't want Nyla to worry.

After a brief hesitation, she quietly closed the door and left, careful not to wake him.

Lydia saw her leaving alone with the container and quickly asked, "Ms. Kin— Mrs. Sumner, isn't Mr. Sumner going with you?"

Nyla turned to her and nodded. "He fell asleep. He hasn't had proper rest in a long time. Let him sleep. Don't disturb him."

"Understood. Should I arrange a driver for you?" Lydia asked.

"No need. I'll drive myself." Nyla turned and left.

…

She arrived at the hospital and carried the soup to the inpatient ward.

As she approached the hospital room, voices reached her from inside.

She pushed the door open and saw a young man, likely in his 20s, dressed in a suit. He was standing beside the bed, holding a bag of supplements and attempting to hand them to the housekeeper, who was refusing to accept them.

On the hospital bed, Harrison frowned and instructed the housekeeper to send the man away, refusing the gift.

Upon hearing the door open, everyone turned to look at her.

The housekeeper hurried over. "Ms. Kinsey, this gentleman says he was sent by Mr. Alexander Kinsey to deliver some supplements for Mr. Jayston, but he refuses to accept them. He's telling me to make him leave, but this gentleman says he won't be able to explain himself if he returns with the supplements..."

Nyla, unsure how to handle the situation, nodded and said, "I'll take care of it."

Harrison sighed. "Nyla, it doesn't matter whether the Kinseys come to me or not. What matters is that I want you to seriously reconsider going to Meristate.

"Your mother already has a son and a daughter there. Do you really think she'll hand her company over to you?"

He had seen too much in his lifetime. Emerald claiming she wanted to give the company to Nyla was likely a lie—what she truly wanted was to use her.

Once Nyla went abroad, she'd have no support. She'd be at Emerald's mercy.

"Dad, that's between me and her. You don't have to worry. Just focus on recovering," Nyla reassured him.

"It's... It's my fault. If my pharmaceutical company hadn't gone bankrupt back then, you wouldn't have had to—" Harrison began, blaming himself.

She interrupted him, "Dad, that was years ago. Let's not talk about it anymore. Just focus on eating your soup before it gets cold."