Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1235

Nyla had a good impression of Filipe.

Filipe quickly waved his hand. "It's just my duty, Ms. Kinsey. You should go now."

Nyla said nothing more and turned toward the estate's entrance.

Filipe sighed quietly as he watched her disappear into the distance.

They were all Emerald's children, yet while Brian and Delia could act spoiled and willful around their mother, Nyla was met with nothing but disdain, forced into things she never wanted.

The contrast was striking, and Filipe couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her.

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More than half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a private nursing home.

Because prior arrangements had already been made, someone was waiting the moment Nyla stepped out, ready to lead her to Harrison's ward.

When she pushed open the door and saw him lying in bed, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the doorknob.

She had wanted to believe Emerald was lying. But seeing Harrison here, weak and confined, she could no longer deceive herself.

To threaten her, Emerald had actually gone so far as to have him kidnapped from his own home and brought here.

Hearing the door open, Harrison looked up. His eyes widened in shock, and he immediately sat up. "Nyla... you're here..."

Nyla's eyes turned red as she slowly approached the bed, holding back tears. "Dad... I'm so sorry..."

If it weren't for her, Harrison wouldn't have been taken to Meristate by force. He would still be living freely in his own home instead of being trapped in this small room.

Seeing the guilt written all over her face, Harrison spoke gently. "Nyla, I've never blamed you. I know your life must be even harder than mine right now.

"Mm, I'll come see you often," Nyla promised.

They talked for a while. Soon, Nyla noticed how tired Harrison looked—he was clearly forcing himself to stay awake for her sake.

She quickly said, "Dad, it's getting late. I should head back now. I'll visit you again soon."

"Alright," Harrison replied.

As he watched Nyla disappear through the door, his eyes turned red.

He could tell—Emerald didn't treat Nyla well at all.

If she did, Nyla would have shared plenty of details about her kindness instead of brushing off the topic with vague statements.

The more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt.