Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 78

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

Nyla stood her ground, her expression unwavering in the face of Cindy’s heated words. It was as if Cindy’s anger was a storm raging around her, but Nyla remained an island of calm. Deep down, she reflected on her life choices. Had she not surrendered her independence to become a housewife after marrying Clark, she could have easily sustained her own lifestyle, flourishing in her own right.

“Mrs. Sumner, are you really unaware? I had no intention of returning. It was your son who insisted I come back. Why don’t you go tell him to just kick me out?” Nyla replied, her voice steady, a hint of defiance woven into her tone.

Cindy’s face flushed a deep crimson, her fury palpable as she jabbed a finger toward Nyla. “You!”

Realizing that engaging in a fruitless argument with Cindy was an exercise in futility, Nyla rose from her seat, her hunger gnawing at her. “Patricia, I’m feeling quite hungry. Let’s start dinner, shall we?” she said, her tone shifting to one of practicality.

Cindy, seething at Nyla’s blatant disregard for her ire, felt her blood boil. In a fit of rage, she immediately dialed Clark, her voice sharp and accusatory as she recounted the scene. To her utter dismay, he responded with a chilling indifference, instructing her to leave the villa while cutting off any further communication. He didn’t even allow her the chance to explain that Nyla was unable to bear children.

The frustration bubbled within Cindy, nearly pushing her to the brink of a heart attack.

He had truly turned his back on his own mother in favor of his wife!

Once Cindy stormed out, Nyla took a moment to collect herself before reaching for her phone. She dialed the hospital where she had undergone her checkup, requesting a copy of her medical report. When it arrived, she was struck by the eerie similarity to the one Cindy had handed her earlier.

Staring at the screen in disbelief, a sense of unease settled over her. She resolved to seek a second opinion, promptly contacting another health center to arrange for a new examination.

With that matter temporarily set aside, she shifted her focus to dinner. After enjoying a meal, Nyla settled onto the sofa, the flickering light of the television casting a warm glow around the room. As the clock inched toward 9:00 p.m., she finally retreated to her bedroom.

The moment she stepped inside, her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. Noting the caller ID, she saw it was the private investigator she had hired. Curious and slightly anxious, she stepped out onto the balcony to take the call.

“Ms. Jayston, I regret to inform you that I haven’t unearthed any significant information regarding the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident from six years ago. However, I did manage to track down a former employee who seems to possess some knowledge but is unwilling to share. I will continue to pursue this lead,” the investigator explained, his voice steady yet cautious.

Nyla’s eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she considered the implications. “Understood. If you require additional funds to facilitate your search, just let me know. I can manage that,” she replied, her tone resolute.

“Do you still wish for me to monitor your husband and Jordyn?” the investigator inquired, his voice probing.

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