Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1249

Being stuck in the mansion meant there was no way for Nyla to pass on any useful information, even if she did learn something valuable. With that thought, a determined look flashed in her eyes.

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For the next two days, Nyla stayed in her room, recovering. It wasn't until the third morning that she finally went downstairs for breakfast.

At the dining table, only Emerald and Delia were present. Brian was nowhere to be seen.

When Delia saw Nyla, she snorted and turned her head away, pretending not to notice her.

Emerald’s expression remained aloof. "How's your cold?"

"It's getting better. Thank you for arranging the doctor," Nyla replied.

Seeing Nyla act so obediently, Emerald froze mid-sip of her coffee. She raised an eyebrow and studied her with a scrutinizing gaze.

After all, every time they'd met before, Nyla had been sharp-tongued, always saying something to provoke her. But today, it was as if she were a completely different person.

Suppressing her suspicions, Emerald replied calmly, "Since you're feeling better, I'll have Filipe call Andre. You'll resume your lessons today."

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

Just as she responded, the harsh scrape of Delia’s knife and fork against her plate broke the moment, drawing both Nyla and Emerald's attention.

Emerald’s face darkened slightly. "Delia, if you're done eating, leave. It's rude to disturb someone else's meal."

Delia’s grip on her utensils tightened, her hands trembling slightly as if she were barely holding back her anger.

After a long pause, she shot Nyla a glare and coldly said, "I won't give up so easily!"

With that, she slammed her knife and fork onto the table and stormed out.

"Mm." Andre walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and sat across from her. "Did something happen these past few days?"

Confusion flashed in Nyla’s eyes. She shook her head. "No. Why?"

"Because you seem like a completely different person. Before, you slept through most of the morning during our lessons. Today, you're reading economics books," Andre pointed out.

Nyla couldn't help but smile. A bit of life returned to her pale face. "Well, whether I like it or not, I have to study. The only difference is whether I do it painfully or happily. I choose the latter."

Andre smiled. "I like your attitude. Let's start the lesson, then."

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

Andre set his laptop down on the desk, ready to begin, but just then, a knock sounded at the study door.