Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Nyla replied.

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get back to cleaning now," the cleaning lady replied.

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

The cleaning lady quickly returned to the kitchen, and soon the sounds of clattering came from inside.

Nyla helped Harrison sit down on the sofa. He looked around the living room with a sense of nostalgia.

His eyes landed on the lines on the wall that marked Nyla's height, and he couldn't help but smile. "Nyla, go stand by that height chart. I want to see how tall you are now."

Following his gaze, Nyla smiled and walked over to the entrance, leaning against the wall.

The highest mark barely reached her waist, and Harrison sighed softly. "I remember the last height mark was made by your mother."

Nyla nodded, a hint of sadness crossing her face. Not long after that line had been recorded, her parents had divorced.

The day Emerald had left the country, Nyla had been on her way to an out-of-town competition. She hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye.

As Harrison became busier with work, her height was no longer marked on the wall. When the company finally stabilized, he moved them to a larger house.

Looking back, Nyla thought Harrison had probably been trying to avoid thinking about her mother, burying himself in work during that time.

Moving away seemed to be an effort to escape painful memories.

Noticing the somber atmosphere, Damon spoke up. "Nyla, which room is yours? Show me."

He was curious about what her childhood room had been like.

Nyla suppressed her sadness and pointed to the room on the left. "This is my room."

There was a sticker of a cartoon cat on the door. The cat's ears and paws were missing, leaving behind only a yellowed outline.

Nyla approached the door, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed it open.

As soon as the door creaked, memories flooded back-Emerald sitting on the bed, telling her stories to help her sleep on restless nights, guiding her hand gently as she learned to write, staying up all night to care for her when she was sick...

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Blinking back tears, Nyla stepped into the room.

Damon followed her in, glancing around the small space.

The room was simple-a solid wooden table, a wooden stool, a bed, and a small wardrobe.

The bed was covered with an old patterned bedspread and quilt, neatly folded with a small pillow on top. It was clear someone had been keeping the room clean and tidy.

Damon could almost picture little Nyla sitting at the table by the window, concentrating on her homework.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought.noveldrama

He sat down on the bed, his long

legs making it seem smaller than it was, and smiled at Nyla. "Do you have any photos from when you were a kid? I'd love to see what you looked like."

"Yeah, let me find some," Nyla replied.