Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 22

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

**Chapter 22**

Genevieve felt her heart stop when Damon declared he would drive Nyla to the hospital. She stood there, utterly frozen, blinking as if trying to shake off a dream. Had she misheard him?

In all her previous encounters with Damon, he had always radiated an aura of cold indifference. This was a man who seemed to float above the world, disconnected and aloof. How could someone like him, with his powerful status, take the time to personally escort an ordinary employee to the hospital?

Lucia, lurking in the corner, felt a surge of jealousy that twisted her stomach into knots. She was acutely aware of Damon’s stature as Clark’s uncle and one of the most influential figures in Los Angeles. The very idea of such a prominent man taking Nyla under his wing was infuriating.

Suppressing her resentment, Lucia stepped forward, her voice laced with false sweetness. “Nyla, I’d like to accompany you. I’ve wrapped up my experiments for the day anyway.”

Nyla, however, could see right through Lucia’s facade. The longing and envy in Lucia’s eyes were unmistakable, and Nyla understood all too well that Lucia was eager to seize this moment to get closer to Damon.

“No thanks, I truly appreciate your offer,” Nyla replied, her tone polite yet firm. She turned her gaze to Damon, her brow furrowing slightly. “Mr. Summer, you really don’t have to trouble yourself. I can manage this on my own.”

Damon’s expression remained as impassive as ever. He cast a quick glance at the wound on Nyla’s arm, his voice flat and unyielding. “Let’s go.”

As they exited the laboratory, the eyes of their colleagues followed them, a mix of surprise and intrigue on their faces. Lucia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, the bitterness swelling within her like a dark tide.

Inside the elevator, Nyla attempted once more to refuse Damon’s offer. “Uncle, you really don’t need to drive me. I…”

“I don’t like repeating myself,” Damon interrupted, his tone as cold as steel. “Besides, I need to go to the hospital too. Driving you is just convenient.”

It was then that Nyla noticed the telltale signs of his own injury. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the blackened holes burned into his white shirt, evidence of concentrated sulfuric acid. The edges of the fabric were singed, a stark reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.

A wave of guilt washed over her, heavy and suffocating. Nyla bit her lower lip, her voice quivering as she spoke. “Uncle, I’m so sorry. Today’s incident was entirely my fault. I’ll cover all your medical expenses.”

Damon caught her gaze in the elevator mirror, his expression inscrutable. He didn’t respond, leaving an uncomfortable silence hanging between them.

“About what happened today, how do you plan to pursue responsibility?” Nyla asked cautiously, her heart racing.

“If someone deliberately targeted you, I’ll ensure the mastermind is held accountable once Genevieve speaks the truth,” Damon replied, a hint of coldness lacing his words. “But until then, you’d better stay vigilant.”

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