Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 15

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

The atmosphere in the R&D department was electric, charged with disbelief and shock. The usual calm demeanor of Nyla had been shattered in an instant, and her colleagues stood frozen, their eyes glued to the unfolding drama. No one had anticipated that Nyla, typically so gentle and composed, would unleash such a fierce retaliation.

Nyla released her grip on Lucia’s hair, stepping back as if the act had burned her. Her hands trembled slightly, yet her voice emerged strong and unwavering. She gazed down at Lucia, who lay sprawled on the ground, desperately clutching her swollen cheek, a vivid reminder of the confrontation.

“You’re insane! How dare you hit me!” Lucia’s voice rang out, a mixture of anger and disbelief, as she struggled to regain her footing. Her meticulously styled hair, once a crown of confidence, was now a chaotic mess, mirroring her inner turmoil.

Nyla took a moment to compose herself, smoothing down her torn blouse with fingers that still quaked from adrenaline. The fabric hung awkwardly at the shoulder, a testament to the physical altercation. She inhaled deeply, summoning the strength to confront Lucia.

“Lucia,” she began, her tone laced with an intensity that sent shivers through the room, “are you absolutely certain you want to make your data manipulation public? I believe everyone here would be profoundly interested in understanding what it feels like to be a researcher who would jeopardize a patient’s life for the sake of achieving a successful outcome.”

The murmurs that surrounded them began to swell, a chorus of hushed voices and exchanged glances laden with implications. The notion of data manipulation carried a weighty stigma in their field, one that could end a career in an instant.

Lucia’s complexion paled, the crimson imprint of Nyla’s hand stark against her skin, a physical manifestation of the confrontation’s gravity. The realization hit her hard; if she allowed this scene to escalate, her professional reputation would be irreparably tarnished. Her colleagues regarded her now with a mix of suspicion and disdain.

“This isn’t over,” Lucia hissed, her voice low and venomous. She snatched her purse from her desk, her hands shaking with a mix of rage and fear. “Just wait!”

She hurried toward the exit, the sharp clicks of her heels echoing in the tense silence, each step a frantic reminder of her retreat. The elevator doors felt like they were moving in slow motion, not closing quickly enough to suit her anxious heart.

On the second floor, a tall figure leaned casually against the window, observing the tumult below. Damon Summer, impeccably dressed in a tailored dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders, scrutinized the scene with piercing eyes. Every detail of the confrontation was etched into his memory.

Beside him, his assistant Spencer adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his fascination evident as he watched the drama unfold.

“Sir, did you see how fierce Mrs. Nyla was? She was absolutely relentless,” Spencer remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. “The way she yanked Lucia’s hair—just brutal!”

“I noticed,” Damon replied curtly, cutting off Spencer’s enthusiasm.

Nyla was clearly not the innocent girl he had initially perceived; her resolve in standing up to Lucia revealed a strength he hadn’t anticipated. Yet, he reminded himself, the complexities of Clark’s family drama were not his concern.

Spencer’s curiosity bubbled over. “Should I go down and find out what happened? It seems there’s some serious history between those two.”

Damon’s gaze hardened, a silent warning emanating from his demeanor. “It seems you’ve taken quite the liberty with your observations lately.”

Instantly, Spencer straightened, his demeanor shifting to one of professionalism. “No, no, sir! I’m actually quite busy. I still have a mountain of documents to review for the acquisition deal.”

He mentally chastised himself, realizing he needed to rein in his curiosity. For a fleeting moment, he had thought his boss might have an interest in the unfolding drama involving his nephew’s wife.

Meanwhile, Nyla rushed to the bathroom, her heart racing. The sting from Lucia’s scratch felt like fire on her skin. Gripping the edge of the sink, she stared into the mirror, confronting her reflection—a face marred by distinct red marks that served as a reminder of her confrontation.

Turning on the cold water, she cupped it in her hands, the shock of the icy liquid against her inflamed skin eliciting a gasp. It was a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, a reminder of her strength.

When she returned to her workstation, Sasha was already waiting, her chair rolling over with urgency. Her eyes widened as she took in Nyla’s face, the evidence of the altercation clear.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify