Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 825

The reason the Updikes had called the police was that Valarie had seriously injured Zayn, and he was now in the emergency room, fighting for his life.

Hearing this, Nyla felt a surge of anger. Someone like Zayn deserved it. She glanced at Brandon, who was lost in thought, and said softly, "Got it."

"Thank you, Aunt Nyla," Brandon replied.

Nyla walked to the hospital room door and knocked gently. "Valarie, it's me. May I come in?"

There was no response. Just as she was about to ask again, a faint voice replied, "Come in."

With a sigh of relief, Nyla pushed open the door.

Inside the room, all the lights were on.

Valarie sat huddled on the hospital bed. Her small, frail figure was bathed in the harsh light, making her look even more lonely and lifeless.

Nyla's heart clenched as she slowly approached the bed and took a seat.

Valarie was hugging her knees, staring blankly into a corner of the room, lost in thought.

Gently, Nyla reached out and patted her on the back. "Valarie, it's over now. No one can hurt you again."

In the next moment, Valarie wrapped her arms around Nyla, trembling uncontrollably.

Feeling the warmth of tears falling onto her shoulder, Nyla murmured, "Don't worry. I promise I'll make sure you get justice."

Valarie remained silent, clinging to Nyla even tighter. She had almost been ruined by that monster, Zayn.

As Valarie cried quietly, Nyla just held her, softly patting her back. Once Valarie had calmed down, Nyla gently let go and handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.