Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)
Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Nyla glanced at Oliver with a mix of resignation and nodded. "Alright, you should head back now. You can still get a few hours of sleep before dawn." "Okay, stay safe. Call me if anything comes up," Oliver said.

After seeing him off, Nyla pulled out her suitcase and began packing. In less than half an hour, she was ready to leave.

The trip from Capitarnia to Saintornia would take over three hours.

Nyla hadn't slept all night and felt utterly exhausted, yet sleep refused to come. If it were up to her, she would never set foot in Saintornia again.

But for Mason, she had to go back.

Cyrus had just reached the entrance of the Sumner residence when Damon's men blocked his path.

"What's the meaning of this? Am I not even allowed into my own home?" Cyrus demanded.

A cold voice echoed from the group. "Of course you are, Cyrus. Welcome back."

At the sight of Damon, Cyrus' expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Damon, I heard you've locked up Dad. Have you lost your mind?" Cyrus exclaimed.

Damon smirked, unfazed by Cyrus' glare. "What are you talking about? I'm just concerned for Dad. He's getting old and doesn't need to be burdened with my problems. I thought it'd be best for him to rest at home for a while. How does that sound like locking him up?" Cyrus ground his teeth, his voice cold. "I don't want your excuses. I want to see him."

"Fine," Damon replied, gesturing to the bodyguards to move aside.

Cyrus scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I wonder if Dad regrets handing the Sumner Group over to you, considering the disaster you've made of it."

Years ago, Richard had sent the family abroad because of Damon, keeping them from returning. Cyrus still harbored resentment, but he also knew his own skills couldn't match Damon's. As much as he hated to admit it, Damon was better suited to run the Sumner Group, even if accepting that truth stung.

"I wouldn't know, but you can always ask him," Damon replied.

Cyrus' eyes turned cold as he walked straight into the residence without another word.

When he reached the door to Richard's room, he noticed two bodyguards stationed on either side. He frowned in anger.

What Damon was doing was no different from imprisoning him!

I want to see my father," Cyrus demanded.

"Mr. Richard just took his medicine. You can go in directly, Mr. Cyrus," one of the bodyguards informed

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him.

Cyrus froze. "What medicine?!"

"It's a supplement he takes every day," the bodyguard explained.

Cyrus finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Damon had given their father anything strange, he wouldn't let him off easily.

He pushed open the door to replace

Richard looking far older than he et

had five years ago. His hair had turned completely white, and Cyrus' eyes welled with emotion,

Over the years, he had wanted to return to see Richard many times, but he had always been turned away.

Although Cyrus harbored resentment toward his father, his longing to see him was stronger.

As time passed, perhaps with age, he had started reflecting on himself. He realized he had been neither a good son, nor a good father, and certainly not a good husband.

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He had let too many people down.

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"Dad!" Cyrus knelt before Richard, his eyes brimming with tears.

Richard's expression softened, and he gently patted Cyrus' shoulder.

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How could he not miss his son.

"As long as you're back, that's enough... Where are Clark and Cindy?" Richard asked.

"I came back in a hurry. They'll return in a few days," Cyrus replied.

Richard nodded. "I see. You know why I called you back."