Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)
Chapter 887

Damon was rendered speechless.

Mason didn't care. He walked right past Damon and ran straight to Harrison, stopping in front of him. "Hi, Grandpa!"

Seeing his adorable grandson, Harrison couldn't stop smiling. "Hello, Buddy! Are you hungry? Let's wash our hands and have dinner, okay?" Mason nodded obediently. "Okay, Grandpa!"

Nyla led Mason to wash his hands. When they returned to the dining table, Damon had already served their meals.

Mason climbed into his chair. Instead of eating, he looked expectantly at Harrison.

Harrison was puzzled. "Buddy, why aren't you eating? Don't you like the food?"

Mason shook his head. "No, Grandpa. You eat first."

Harrison immediately understood. Mason was waiting for him to start.

Smiling, Harrison picked up some food. "Alright, let's all eat now."

"Okay!" Mason happily grabbed a meatball. He had always loved meatballs-he could never get enough.

After eating a few, he reached for more, but Nyla stopped him. "No more meatballs, or it might not digest well later. Try something else, okay?"

Mason looked disappointed. He had hoped his mother might spoil him a bit since they were at his grandfather's house. Guess he was wrong.

...

By the time dinner ended, it was past 8:00 p.m.

Knowing Harrison went to bed early, Nyla and Damon got ready to leave with Mason.

Harrison looked at Mason reluctantly. "Come back with Buddy again soon, alright?"

Watching Mason's lively energy reminded Harrison of Nyla's childhood, filling him with fond memories.

"Sure," Nyla replied.

"I'd like a quick word with Damon. Nyla, could you take Buddy downstairs first?" Harrison requested.

Nyla looked at her dad, puzzled. What could he want to talk to Damon about?

Damon turned to her, calm as he handed her the car keys. "It's a bit cold downstairs. You and Buddy wait for me in the car."

She nodded, deciding not to question him, and took Mason downstairs.

...

After waiting a while in the car, Damon finally joined them.

As soon as he got in, Nyla asked, "What did my dad want to talk to you about?"

Starting the car, Damon replied, "He just told me to take good care of you. Nothing much."

"That needed to be said in private?" Nyla asked.

"Well, he also warned me that if I ever mistreat you, he won't let me off," Damon added.

Although Nyla didn't entirely believe him, she knew there was no point in pushin if he wasn't willing to say

more. She let it go, and the car fell

silent.

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While Damon kept his eyes on the road, his thoughts drifted back to his earlier conversation with Harrison.

Harrison had mentioned that when he had tried to trace Emerald's family years ago, strange accidents had always interrupted his progress, making it feel like he was back at square one each time.

He had assumed it was just due to a lack of records and eyewitnesses.

Now, thinking over today's

conversation with Damon, Harrison

couldn't shake the suspicion that someone might have been

deliberately sabotaging his efforts.

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If Harrison was right and someone had indeed tried to hide Emerald's origins, there was more to her being a supposed orphan than met the eye.

It looked like Damon would have to start from Tom.

...

When they reached the villa and walked inside, Nyla noticed Spencer standing in the living room holding a file.

He nodded to her. "Good evening, Ms. Kinsey."