Trading My Ex for His Uncle



The window stood open, and the light blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

By the window, a round table was covered with a beige tablecloth, and a vase held several gardenias. The flowers were clearly fresh-

cut, with water droplets clinging to the petals and filling the air with their sweet fragrance.

"I really like this room, Lydia. Thank you!" Nyla said.

Seeing Nyla's sincere smile, Lydia felt relieved. “I'm glad you like it, Ms. Kinsey. Mr. Mason's room is right next door, in the third room. If you don't nee now. Just call me or Maddie if you need something."

Nyla nodded. “Okay."

After Lydia left with Maddie, Nyla turned to Mason. "Buddy, do you want to take a nap?"

After learning that he could be discharged that morning, Mason had been so excited the night before that he had only gotten a few hours of sleep.

Now, his eyelids drooped, clearly revealing his sleep deprivation.

Mason held Nyla's hand and looked up at her. "Mommy, can I sleep here with you?"

Despite Mason's efforts to hide it, Nyla noticed the unease and fear in his eyes. She reached out to stroke his head and smiled. "Of course you can."

After coaxing Mason to sleep, Nyla sat on the couch by the window, her gaze lowered as she seemed lost in thought.

In the kitchen, Maddie squeezed a handful of vegetables, her brow furrowed in dissatisfaction.

“Aunt Lydia, why are you being so nice to that Ms. Kinsey? I think she just wants to use Mr. Mason to climb the social ladder. We can't let someone like her get her hooks into Mr. Sumner!"

Lydia, who was busy making soup, turned around and saw that Maddie had damaged

a bunch of vegetables. She quickly took the basket from her hands.

“What does it matter what she thinks? Don't forget, you're just a maid. And honestly, I think Ms. Kinsey seems really nice-

she's gentle and easy to get along with," Lydia defended Nyla.

Maddie snorted. "Of course she's putting on a good show now that she just moved in. Just wait a few days-her true colors will show!

"Besides, Mr. Sumner already has a fiancee. I think Ms. Hulle is a thousand times better than her!"

Erin came from a prominent family, so marrying Damon made perfect sense socially.

Maddie felt there was no

competition with her. However, Nyla

had secretly given birth to Damon's child, thinking she could leverage that to gain status. Someone like her didn't deserve Damon.

Lydia shot Maddie a warning look. "Whether it's Ms. Hulle or Ms. Kinsey, neither of them has anything to do with you. I suggest you keep your unseemly thoughts to yourself, or l'have to tell Mr. Sumner and get

you thrown out!"

Maddie pouted. "Got it!"

"You better take my words to heart. Mr. Sumner isn't someone you can fantasize about!" Lydia warned.

Maddie didn't want to hear Lydia's scolding.

Rolling her eyes, she said, "The tea is out. I'll ask Walter to buy some more."

With that, she flipped her hair and quickly left the kitchen.

Sighing, she resolved to keep an eye on Maddie. She hoped she wouldn't cause too much trouble.

As noon approached, Lydia had just placed the soup on the table and was about to go upstairs to call Nyla and Mason for lunch when she heard footsteps at the entrance.

Turning around, she saw Damon walking in, and surprise flickered in her eyes.

He rarely came back at noon. Even if it was just to pick up documents, he usually had his secretary

handle that.

"Mr. Sumner, you're back! Have you eaten yet?“