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Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1382
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Chapter 1382 Brandon widened his eyes in disbelief. "Seriously?" "Of course. I'll have Spencer book the tickets now," Damon said, pulling out his phone.

Before he could make the call, Nyla quickly stopped him. "Damon, there's no need. I don't actually want to go to the movies." "You sure? If you do, I can book the tickets now," Damon reassured.

Brandon smirked. "Uncle Damon, you seriously didn't realize Aunt Nyla was just trying to give you an easy way out?" Nyla laughed softly. "I really don't want to go. Plus, I'm a little tired. I'd rather just go hand rest." Just as Brandon was about to respond, he suddenly winced and turned to Valarie. "Why'd you pinch me?" Valarie blinked innocently. "When did I pinch you? Are you imagining things?" "You definitely-" Brandon began.

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Before he could finish, Valarie interrupted, "Alright, alright. Our movie is about to start. Let's go!" She turned to Nyla. "Nyla, we'll head out first. You should go hand rest. You've got a baby to take care of." Nyla nodded. "Alright." Without giving Brandon another chance to speak, Valarie clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away. Sometimes, that fellow could be so unpredictable. Who knew what nonsense he'd blurt out next? Nyla watched them leave with a smile.

Once they were out of sight, Damon turned to her. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the movies?" "Mm. And you don't have to do things you wouldn't normally do just for me. Watching a movie doesn't have to be in a theater. We can always watch one at home," Nyla said.

"But would that feel different for you? Brandon says relationships need a sense of occasion sometimes," Damon asked.

Nyla chuckled. "You already do plenty of thoughtful things. Besides, I really am tired. Let's just go home." "Alright." Damon took her hand, their fingers interlocking as they made their way to the parking lot.

When they returned to their villa, Damon's phone rang.

It was Alexander. Damon frowned as he listened.

Noticing his expression, Nyla glanced at him with concern. "Damon, what's wrong?" After hanging up, Damon turned to her. "Nyl there's something I need to tell you. But I want you to be prepared first. It's about your mother." Nyla's stomach sank. "What is it?" "Promiseyou won't get too upset. You're pregnant, and I don't want you to stress," Damon said gently.

"I promise. No matter what she's done, I won't let it affect me," Nyla vowed.

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Damon hesitated before saying. "Alexander just called. Your mom's health test results cback last month. She has brain cancer. The doctors say she has about six months left."

Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression calm. "I thought you were going to tellshe was v.e scheming against us again. We've already cut ties. Whatever happens to her now has nothing to do with me. I don't need updates." She felt nothing for Emerald and wouldn't let her emotions be stirred. Absolutely not.

She stood to go upstairs, but Damon caught her wrist. "Nyla, she asked to see you one last time." Nyla pulled her hand away and walked upstairs. "Tell Alexander I don't want to see her." Damon watched her retreating figure, concern flickering in his eyes.

Nyla liked to act indifferent, but deep down, she was someone who felt things deeply.

Even though Emerald had mistreated her in Meristate, there had been a twhen Nyla had known motherly love.