Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 95

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

**Chapter 95**

Damon’s heart sank as he caught sight of Nyla huddled in the corner, her eyes shut tight, her cheeks bearing an unnatural flush, and her body shaking as if gripped by an unseen chill. Just as he was about to sprint to her side, Clark abruptly shoved him aside, striding purposefully toward Nyla and lifting her effortlessly into his arms, as though she weighed no more than a feather.

Marie stood nearby, her brow furrowed in concern. The sight of Nyla’s unconscious form stirred a pang of regret within her. She had merely intended to confine Nyla for a night, to teach her a lesson about consequences, never anticipating that the situation would spiral out of control in such a dramatic fashion.

Clark’s voice cut through the tension, low and tense, filled with barely contained anger. “Grandmother, I need to take Nyla to the hospital.” His words were clipped, revealing the urgency of the moment.

Without waiting for any form of acknowledgment, he hurriedly carried Nyla out of the room, his expression a mask of determination.

Damon stood frozen, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, watching Clark’s retreat with eyes blazing with a mix of fury and helplessness. The air around him felt charged, as though it could snap at any moment.

Marie turned to Damon, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Damon, did I go too far?” The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken guilt.

The sight of Nyla in such a vulnerable state stirred something deep within Marie, a flicker of conscience that she couldn’t quite ignore.

Damon’s face remained impassive, but his voice dripped with disdain. “What do you think? This situation isn’t her fault. You chose to punish her, knowing full well she had no one to turn to for support. Doesn’t that strike you as profoundly unfair?”

Marie opened her mouth to respond, but words failed her, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a moment of contemplation, she murmured defensively, “But it all began because of her actions. If she hadn’t forced Jacqueline to kneel, the Sumner Group wouldn’t have suffered such a catastrophic loss.”

Damon let out a derisive laugh, the sound sharp and biting. “Someone set her up, and you expect her to just stand by? It wasn’t even her who forced Jacqueline to kneel—it was me! If you need a scapegoat, then let it be me. I’ll take the blame and stay here tonight.”

Marie’s voice turned stern, filled with concern. “No, Damon, your health is fragile. If you stay here all night…” Her words trailed off as she met his mocking gaze, realizing the futility of her argument.

“Mom, remember, she’s part of the Sumners. Jacqueline’s attempt to undermine her at the banquet was not just personal; it was a direct affront to the Sumners,” Damon replied, his tone firm.

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