Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Seeing Nyla's frustrated expression, Damon chuckled. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Let's get up."

After they got ready, they headed downstairs for breakfast and were surprised to find Mason already eating at the table.

Nyla sat beside him. "Buddy, it's Saturday. Why are you up so early?"

Mason took a sip of milk and replied, "I'm going to a classmate's birthday party today. I still need to buy a gift, so I have to leave early, or I'll run out of time."

"Which classmate? You never mentioned this before," Nyla asked.

"The kid who sits in front of me. Her name's Candice Taft. Yesterday, her family's butler came to class and handed out invitations to everyone, inviting us to her house today," Mason answered.

Nyla frowned slightly. "Candice Taft?"

She wasn't familiar with the names of the kids in Mason's class.

"Yeah! Some of my classmates have been to her house before. They said it's huge and really pretty. I'm bringing my camera to take pictures and show you and Daddy later!" Mason cheered.

Nyla chuckled. "Alright."

Sitting across from them, Damon discreetly sent a message to Spencer, asking him to look into Candice's background.

Mason was a smart kid, but still young. It was easy for kids to be deceived. Damon didn't feel comfortable letting him go to a stranger's house without checking first.

A few minutes later, Spencer replied.

Spencer: [Mr. Sumner, I looked into it. The youngest daughter of the Taft Group's CEO is in Mr. Mason's class. Based on my findings, today really is her birthday.] Seeing this, Damon relaxed.

He turned to Mason. "Buddy, what kind of gift are you planning to get for your classmate?"

Mason shook his head. "I don't know yet. A few of us are meeting at the store to pick something out together."

"Alright. I'll have the driver take you there," Damon said.

"Thanks, Daddy!" Mason chirped.

He eagerly headed out after breakfast.

Watching his excited figure disappear into the car, Nyla smiled. "Looks like he's getting along well with his classmates."

Back when they lived in Capitarnia, Mason mostly stayed home alone and rafely talked about friends. He'd always been mature for his age, which made her heart ache noveldrama

"Yeah," Damon said. "Don't worry. He'll only get better at making friends."

Once Mason was gone, Damon and Nyla went back inside.

Although it was the weekend, Damon still had work to do. Nyla accompanied him to his study While he worked, she read on the couch, occasionally dozing off when she got tired.

The day passed quickly.

That evening, as they were called for dinner, Mason returned home.

Unlike in the morning, he looked downcast, his energy completely drained.

Nyla and Damon exchanged a glance before she knelt before him. "Buddy, what's

wrong? Weren't you excited about the birthday party?"

Mason avoided her gaze, shaking his head. "I'm fine, Mommy. Just a little tired. I'm gonna go rest now."

Before Nyla could say anything else, he walked past her and headed upstairs.

Watching his small figure disappear, Nyla felt a pang of heartache. Just

as she was about to call after him, shot her a look, signaling her to wait.

She turned to him. "Why didn't you let me say anything?"