Chasing the Unexpected

Nyla recognized the woman as the one she had seen outside the restaurant last night, and her face fell.

Why had Damon told her he was going out to socialize when he was meeting his niece?

As Nyla pondered this, they walked toward the villa.

“Miss, is that woman the mistress you’re trying to catch?” the driver asked.

Nyla shook her head. “No, she’s his niece.”

The taxi driver’s expression turned sympathetic as if he saw Nyla as a foolish woman defending her husband.

Once Nyla composed herself, she calmly asked the driver to take her back to Damon’s villa.

Confirming she didn’t want to go inside to catch him cheating, the driver started the car and left.

Meanwhile, Damon followed Charlotte inside the villa to a bedroom on the first floor.

Charlotte opened the door, saying, “Uncle Damon, Mr. Jayston is inside.”

“Okay,” Damon replied.

Charlotte had initially planned to accompany him, but as soon as he entered, Damon closed the door behind him,

The room had been transformed into a small medical facility, with various medical equipment and monitors beside the bed. Lying on the bed was an elderly man wearing a respirator.

The man looked frail and graying, appearing to be at least in his 60s–though he was only in his 50s. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Damon, he moved his hand, causing the heart rate monitor attached to his finger to tremble.

“Y–YYou’re the one who took me out of the nursing home?” he questioned.

Damon nodded. “Yes.”

The man lying on the bed was none other than Nyla’s father, Harrison.

It had only been five years, yet he looked like a frail old man, devoid of any vitality.

Damon had recently discovered, during his investigation into Gabriel, that Gabriel had sent Harrison to the nursing home a year ago.

The conditions there were terrible. If Harrison hadn’t undergone a kidney transplant, he likely wouldn’t have survived this long in such a deteriorated state.

“Why? I don’t need this… Take me back…” Harrison said, his sunken eyes wide with anger as he looked at Damon.

His pale face flushed an unusual red from his intense emotions.

If Damon hadn’t stirred things up with Nyla, she wouldn’t have fallen into the sea. Just thinking about it brought a sharp pain to Harrison’s heart. He was filled with regret. If he had believed Nyla and hadn’t told her to just put up with things, perhaps she wouldn’t have died.

He hated Damon, hated the Sumners, but most of all–he hated himself.

“If you stayed in the nursing home any longer, you’d definitely die within six months,” Damon stated.

“It’s none of your business!” Harrison snapped.

He attempted to sit up, but his body was firmly restrained to the bed, unable to move an inch.

Since the transplant, he had been weak, his strength less than half of what it used to be.

Upon seeing him so agitated, Damon’s expression darkened. “Don’t you want to see Nyla again?”

“What?!” Harrison exclaimed.

His struggles abruptly ceased as he looked at Damon in disbelief. “What do you mean? Is she… still alive?”

Although he knew it was impossible, he couldn’t help but hold onto a glimmer of hope. What if… Nyla really had encountered a miracle and survived?

“Yes, but she probably doesn’t want to see you right now, and you wouldn’t want to meet her looking like this either, would you?” Damon asked.