Chasing the Unexpected

The dining room fell silent.

After a long pause, Nyla finally asked, “Where is he now?”

“Do you want to see him?” Damon responded, his gaze fixed on Nyla’s face, determined not to miss any hint of

emotion.

Nyla looked away, her tone cold. “No. If he’s in the hospital, I can help pay his medical bills or find him a caretaker. If he’s living alone, I can hire a caregiver.”

“His biggest wish is probably just to see you again,” Damon suggested. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Nyla set down the bread and knife, pushed her chair back, and stood up. “I’m going out

ait for you.”

As she turned to leave, her eyes were reddened.

By the time Damon stepped out of the villa, Nyla had managed to calm herself, her expression returning to normal. Seeing him, she opened the car door and got in.

On the way to the office, Damon tried to start a conversation with Nyla several times but held back in response to her indifference.

It wasn’t until the car stopped in the underground parking and Nyla reached for the door to get out that he finally spoke. “Nyla, the doctor said your father might only have a year or two left.”

Nyla paused but didn’t turn around.

“That has nothing to do with me,” she replied.

Damon’s gaze darkened as he watched her walk away without looking back. It might take a while before she came to terms with this.

All day, whenever Nyla paused, she found herself reflecting on Damon’s words from that morning as she got out of the car.

Even Ruby noticed her distraction and asked if something was bothering her.

Nyla shook her head. “It’s nothing. Let’s wrap up the experiment.”

“Okay,” Ruby replied.

On the way home after work, Damon noticed Nyla’s glum mood and took the opportunity to look at her when the traffic light turned red.

“Are you tired today?” he asked.

“It’s fine,” Nyla answered, not looking at him,

She kept her gaze lowered, absentmindedly fiddling with her fingers.

Damon was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. Surprise flashed in his eyes upon seeing it was Brandon.

“Uncle Damon, I’ve thought about what you mentioned before. I’m waiting for you at your villa,” Brandon announced.

“Okay,” Damon replied.

After hanging up, the light turned green, and he continued driving without another word.

By the time they returned to the villa, over 40 minutes had passed. As soon as they stepped into the living room, they saw Brandon sitting on the sofa.

Brandon had been watching the door and got up immediately when he heard them. “Hello, Aunt Nyla. I came to see Uncle Damon.”

Nyla forced a smile. “I’ll head upstairs first. You two talk.‘

Damon walked over to Brandon and said in a low voice, “Come with me to the study.”

Five minutes later…

Damon asked in the study, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Brandon nodded, determination in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve thought it through. Even if I sell all my shares now, it’ll only help the Weir Group temporarily. I’ve analyzed it, and the Weir Group has been losing money for years. A merger and reorganization is the best outcome.”

Damon looked at him intently. “And you’re okay with Valarie marrying someone else because of this?”

“Love isn’t everything in life, and she didn’t choose me,” Brandon replied with a wry smile.

“So what you’re saying is that if she had chosen you, you’d sell your shares to save the Weir Group?” Damon asked.