Chapter 546
Trading My Ex for His Uncle
Spencer fell silent after Damonâs reprimand, not daring to utter another word.
In the tense standoff, Mason tugged at Nylaâs shirt and spoke timidly. âMom, Iâm scared.â
Nylaâs heart ached as she pulled Mason closer, her glare cold and unwavering at Damon, âMr. Sumner, youâve frightened my sonâ
Seeing Masonâs terrified expression caused Damonâs heart to flinch slightly, but his face remained stern.
Oliver, exuding an oppressive aura, interjected, âMr. Sumner, if you donât give us a satisfactory explanation today, this wonât end here.â
Damonâs expression darkened. He di arguing in front of the child.
ed Oliverâs warning, but with Mason present, he refrained from After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. âThe paternity test can wait for now, but Nyla, I will get to the bottom of this. If he is my child, I will never allow Nyla froze momentarily, fury rising within her.
A woman like her? What did he know about her? She had given birth to Mason alone and raised him without any help. What right did he have to pass judgment?!
Her glare burned into Damon as her voice trembled with anger. âMr. Sumner, youâre used to looking down on others, so you think you can judge their live Oliver stepped protectively in front of Nyla and Mason, his gaze fixed on Damon. âDamon, donât overstep. You have no idea what Nyla has been through all these years.â
Damonâs expression remained indifferent. âHer struggles are irrelevant to me. All I care about now is whether that child is mine.â
Nyla, regaining her composure, met Damonâs gaze with icy resolve.
âMr. Sumner, my life is none of your concern. Stay away from my child, or I canât guarantee what will happen.â
Mason tightened his grip on Nylaâs leg, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Damon. âYouâre a bad guy! I hate you! Stay away from me and my mo His small face burned with anger. This man was horrible. Even if he was his father, Mason would never accept him.
Damon was momentarily taken aback by Masonâs fierce expression. The child looked so much like him, even in his anger. How could he not be his son his mannerisms were identical too.
âYouâre a bad guy! I hate you!â Mason shouted, glaring at him.
Oliver turned to Damon. âDamon, this ends here. Donât come after Nyla and Buddy again.â
Damonâs eyes darkened. âThatâs not your decision. I wonât pursue this today for the childâs sake, but I have countless ways to find out if heâs mine!â
With that, he turned and strode away.
As Nyla watched him leave, she felt a surge of anger. She couldnât believe she had ever fallen for a man with such a terrible personality.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her, speaking softly. âNyla, donât worry. I wonât let him do anything to you or Buddy. Trust me.â
Nyla nodded. âMm. Oliver⦠thank you..
âYou said you wouldnât keep thanking me. Have you forgotten already?â Oliver teased gently.
She bit her lip. âMm⦠Got it.â
âLetâs head back for now,â Oliver suggested Mason was still shaken. He hadnât expec ayla to come so quickly, nor had he imagined that the man he thought was his father would be so cruel as to bully Nyla.