Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 892

After all, Brandon was his nephew—wasn't he being a bit too obvious about trying to set someone up with his nephew's girlfriend?

Damon nodded confidently. "I'm sure."

"I can tell that Valarie likes Brandon a lot. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone drinking just because of him. But fine, you can pass him on to me. If Brandon doesn't treat her well, I'll introduce her to someone else," Nyla said.

"No." Damon flatly refused.

"Why not?" Nyla asked.

"If I could, I'd delete all the male contacts in your phone, so there's no way I'd be introducing you to anyone new," Damon stated.

Nyla was rendered speechless. She shot him a look and then turned her attention back to her meal, ignoring him.

After lunch, Damon had to attend a meeting, and Nyla went downstairs.

Later that afternoon…

While Nyla was working in the lab, she suddenly received a call from the hospital.

"Ms. Kinsey, your father fell down the stairs. You need to come to the hospital immediately," the hospital staff urged.

…

Nyla rushed to the hospital.

Harrison was simply waiting for his consent forms for surgery to be signed. With trembling hands, she signed the papers and then asked the nurse about Harrison's condition.

The nurse shook her head. "I don't know the details either. We'll know more after the surgery."

"Alright…" Nyla nodded.

Soon after, Damon arrived.

Seeing Nyla's pale face, he comforted her, "Nyla, don't worry. He'll be fine."

"Mm, but I'm still scared…" Nyla muttered.

"Don't be scared. I'll stay with you," Damon reassured.

Time passed slowly until the door to the operating room finally opened and the doctor walked out.

They sat together in the hospital hallway, neither of them speaking.

An hour or so later…

Harrison woke up.

Nyla quickly called the nurse over.

After the nurse checked on him, she instructed, "He can't eat or drink for the next six hours. After that, he can start with liquids."

"Okay," Nyla replied.

After the nurse left, Nyla sat down next to the bed. "Dad, how do you feel? Does your wound hurt?"

"It doesn't," Harrison answered.

Seeing that Harrison seemed to be okay, Nyla asked, "You're usually so careful when walking. How did you suddenly fall down the stairs?"

A hint of unease flickered in Harrison's eyes. "Wren came to see me today. I told her to leave, but she refused. We got into a bit of a push and pull, and I accidentally fell down the stairs."