Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 111

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 111**

“Let’s go,” Clark said, his voice clipped as he averted his gaze, the tension in his shoulders palpable.

As they made their way out, Jordyn released a soft sigh, barely audible yet filled with a sense of relief. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest, and she felt the air around her lighten.

While Jordyn underwent her check-up, Clark found himself repeatedly dialing Nyla’s number, frustration simmering beneath the surface when she didn’t answer. Each unanswered ring felt like a nail being driven deeper into his thoughts. He tried to shake off the worry, but with each passing moment, his impatience grew, eventually leading him to abandon the calls altogether, tossing his phone into his pocket with a huff.

Meanwhile, Nyla was at the clinic, her mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events. After paying her bills and enduring the sting of the injection, she received an unexpected call from the police station. “Please come in to give a statement,” the officer had said, his tone professional yet urgent.

In another part of town, Erin had just discovered the details of Dylan’s botched plan. She sat at her desk, her brow furrowed in contemplation.

Her subordinate, visibly anxious, spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. “Ms. Hulle, do you think Dylan will betray us?”

Erin’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. “Don’t be ridiculous. He wouldn’t dare cross us. Not unless he has a death wish for his family,” she replied, her voice dripping with confidence.

Dylan had become a thorn in her side, proving to be utterly useless. She had meticulously laid out a plan for him, and yet he had managed to fail spectacularly. A new strategy was necessary—she needed to figure out how to handle Nyla without Dylan’s interference.

As Nyla finished her statement at the police station, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows on the pavement outside. She climbed into her car, her heart heavy with the weight of the day’s events, and drove home with a sense of urgency.

Just as she stepped out of her vehicle, she noticed Clark’s car pull up at the gate, the tires crunching on the gravel. A moment of hesitation gripped her, but she forced herself to keep walking inside. However, Clark’s angry figure emerged from the car, his face twisted in frustration.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls this afternoon?!” he demanded, his voice sharp and accusatory.

Nyla flinched at the intensity of his tone, and when he caught sight of the swelling on her face, his expression shifted from anger to shock. He rushed toward her, concern lacing his voice. “Who did this to your face?!”

His gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around her hand, and his features darkened further, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

“It’s nothing, just a minor issue,” Nyla replied, attempting to brush off his concern. She turned to walk away, eager to escape the conversation.

But Clark was relentless. He seized her wrist, his grip firm and icy. “You need to tell me what happened, or I will look into it myself. And if I do that, Uncle Damon will be involved.”

Nyla felt a shiver run down her spine at the threat in his voice. She shook off his hand, a mixture of anger and disbelief bubbling within her. “Clark, do you think this is funny?”

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