Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 54

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**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 54**

As the car navigated the winding roads toward the hospital, Nyla’s gaze frequently flickered toward Damon. There was an unspoken tension in the air, a weighty silence that hung between them. She seemed to be grappling with her thoughts, her lips parting slightly as if she were on the verge of voicing something important, yet she hesitated.

Damon, sensing her inner turmoil, turned to her, his voice resonating with a calm depth. “What is it that you want to say?”

Nyla hesitated, biting her lip as she mustered the courage to speak. “Mr. Sumner, I was just curious… How did you know I was kidnapped? And what led you to find me?” Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the vulnerability she felt.

Damon regarded her with a steady gaze. “Spencer had some experimental data he needed to discuss with you. When he couldn’t reach you by phone, he went to your house and discovered you were missing. That’s when we decided to investigate,” he explained, his tone casual, but Nyla couldn’t shake the swell of gratitude that surged within her.

“Mr. Sumner, I truly appreciate everything you’ve done… If you and Mr. Hogg hadn’t arrived when you did, I might not have made it through the night,” she confessed, her heart swelling with emotion.

Damon’s expression remained inscrutable, a mask of indifference. “Don’t dwell on it too much. Right now, your priority should be your recovery.”

Nyla fell into a contemplative silence, her eyes lowered as she contemplated how she might show her gratitude to Damon. A sense of determination began to take root within her; she would find a way to repay him for his kindness.

As they approached the hospital, she glanced at him once more. “Mr. Sumner, it’s quite late already. You can drop me off at the entrance, and I’ll manage the check-up on my own. You should head home and get some rest.”

Damon remained silent until the car rolled to a stop at the hospital entrance. Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt, exited the vehicle, and once again lifted Nyla into his arms, striding purposefully toward the hospital’s entrance.

Nyla felt a mix of frustration and gratitude. “Mr. Sumner—”

“It won’t take long,” he interrupted, his voice firm yet reassuring.

They had barely taken a few steps when they were confronted by Clark, who stood there with an icy demeanor, his voice slow and deliberate. “Uncle Damon, thank you for saving Nyla. I’ll take it from here.”

Clark’s appearance was disheveled, his hair unkempt and clothes wrinkled. If not for a call from a friend at the police station, he may have remained oblivious to Nyla’s plight. The thought of Damon being the one to rescue her, while he had been unaware, ignited a fire of jealousy and anger within him. If only he had been the one to save her, perhaps their strained relationship could have been mended.