Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 133

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 133**

“No, why?” Nyla inquired, her brow furrowing slightly as she spoke.

Her thoughts were still tangled in the anticipation of her upcoming visit to Lucia, leaving her little room to engage with Clark. The weight of her own concerns overshadowed everything else.

“Nyla, the reason I haven’t been able to see you these last few days is that I’ve been completely overwhelmed with work. Uncle Damon intentionally severed his partnership with the Sumner Group to focus his attacks on me, and I only managed to resolve that mess just this evening,” Clark explained, his voice tinged with fatigue.

Nyla nodded slowly, her response flat. “I see.”

Clark felt a pang of disappointment at her indifferent reply. He had been running on a mere four hours of sleep each night, his body feeling like a heavy weight, yet Nyla seemed completely unaware of his struggles, lost in her own sulking. The silence that enveloped them felt thick and uncomfortable, a stark contrast to the vibrant conversations they used to share.

In days gone by, Clark would have made an effort to lift her spirits, to coax a smile from her lips. But now, he found himself at a loss for words, the exhaustion settling in deeper than ever. He fell silent, and soon the only sounds in the dining room were the clattering of cutlery against plates, a dull symphony of isolation.

Once dinner concluded, Clark made a beeline for his study, seeking solace in the familiar chaos of his work. Meanwhile, Nyla slid into her car, her destination clear: the police station.

Lucia’s fate still hung in the balance; she remained behind bars, a haunting reminder of the precariousness of their lives. As Nyla entered the station, she felt a knot of anxiety twist in her stomach. It had been too long since she had seen Lucia, and the thought of her friend’s condition weighed heavily on her heart.

Upon entering the small, sterile room where Lucia was held, Nyla was struck by the stark contrast to the vibrant spirit she once knew. Lucia looked pale, her demeanor deflated, as if the walls of her confinement had drained her of all vitality.

“What are you here for? To gloat over my misfortune?” Lucia spat, her eyes flashing with bitterness.

Nyla maintained her composure, her voice steady as she replied, “I’m here to prepare a letter of leniency. Even if it doesn’t completely absolve you, it might lead to a lighter sentence.”

Lucia hesitated, her expression hardening. “What’s your angle?”

“You mentioned something during my last visit. I need more details,” Nyla pressed, her patience wearing thin.

Lucia fell silent, the weight of her knowledge pressing down on her. She was aware of Clement and Cyrus’s involvement but lacked the specifics that Nyla sought. Her previous comments had been laced with malice, intended to inflict pain rather than offer help.

Noticing the turmoil etched on Lucia’s face, Nyla surmised that the information was scant. “If you don’t have anything more concrete, I’m afraid I can’t issue that letter of leniency,” she stated firmly.

Lucia had nearly cost Nyla her life; she would not extend her assistance without receiving something of value in return.

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