Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 874

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd stay up a bit longer," Phoebe replied.

"Mm. What did you want to talk to me about?" Valarie asked.

Phoebe handed her a bank card, sighing. "You know how things are with your father's business. We don't know how much longer it'll hold out.

"Your dad and I have been saving this money for you since you were born. Originally, it was meant for your wedding, but we've decided it's better to give it to you now."

Valarie's smile faded as she looked at the card, hesitant to take it. "Mom, I can't take this."

"Take it," Phoebe urged. "Think of it as your wedding gift from us. There might not be anything left for you later."

Valarie shook her head. "I really don't need it, Mom. You should give it to Dad to help with the business instead—"

Phoebe interrupted, "This isn't enough to save the company. And it's been saved under your name since you were born. Your dad and I have been adding to the account every year. Even if we go bankrupt, no one can touch it."

With a pause, Phoebe added, "We can see you're much happier now with Brandon than you were before. He seems like someone you can rely on. But no matter what happens, we want you to have options, Valarie. This money is your safety net."

"Mom…" Valarie said softly.

Phoebe pressed the card into her hand and stood up. "It's late. Let's get some rest."

Valarie pressed her lips together and nodded. "Goodnight, Mom."

She went to her room with the card in hand, feeling a mix of emotions. She placed it on her vanity and let out a long sigh.

She decided to keep the card for now. If her father's company survived the crisis, she'd use the money to repay Nyla.

After locking the card in her safe, she grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower. As she stepped out, her phone rang—it was Brandon.

"Valarie, I'm home," he said, his voice deep and warm, like a soothing melody.

"Alright, I'll take that." Brandon sighed. "I'll look forward to earning more day by day."

Valarie adjusted her mask again, murmuring playfully, "That depends on how you do."

They chatted for a bit longer before saying goodnight.

…

The next morning, Valarie woke to a noise downstairs. She was about to call a maid to find out what was going on when there was a knock at her door.

"Ms. Weir, your parents are asking you to come downstairs. There's a guest here to see you," a servant informed her.

A bit puzzled, Valarie wondered why they'd need her for a guest.