Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Candice, the youngest daughter of the Taft Group's CEO, had a birthday party that attracted guests from powerful families. Given that Mason attended one of the most elite kindergartens in Saintornia, it was safe to assume that all of the students' parents were influential and wealthy.

"Spencer is still looking into it. I'll update you as soon as I have answers. Don't worry too much," Damon reassured her.

Nyla lowered her gaze. "Okay."

Noticing her distress, Damon pulled her into his arms and spoke gently. "Nyla, don't be too hard on yourself. We caught this early, so we can handle it properly.

"I'll arrange for a child psychologist to help Buddy process this. He won't be left with lasting trauma. You're not to blame."

Nyla rested her head on his shoulder, her voice trembling. "I've been neglecting Buddy lately. That's why I didn't notice anything was wrong. And from the way those kids treated him in the video, this isn't the first time they've bullied him."

She couldn't bear to imagine what might have happened if they hadn't noticed Mason's unusual behavior today.

Hearing the guilt in her voice, Damon reassured her, "Nothing worse will happen. I won't let it. And Nyla, we're first-time parents. We can't catch everything, no matter how hard we try.

"Sometimes, things have to happen before we know how to address them. So don't blame yourself."

"I understand," Nyla replied.

When he saw her calm down, Damon let go of her. "Go wash up and get ready for bed. I've got a few more things to take care of."

"Okay."

Back in his study, Damon received a call from Spencer. "Mr. Sumner, I've identified the parents of the children who bullied Mr. Mason. I've sent their information to your email."

"Got it." Damon opened the email and skimmed through the details. To his surprise, all the parents owned companies with business ties to Prospectus Technology.

He let out a cold chuckle.

...noveldrama

The next morning, as Damon and

Nyla came downstairs, Lydia approached them. "Mr. Sumner several guests arrived over an hour ago and asked to see you.

Damon's expression remained indifferent. "Tell them I'm busy today. I won't be seeing anyone."

"Understood," Lydia replied. She

returned a short while later. "Mr. Sumner, I relayed your message, but they refused to leave. They said they'll wait at the entrance until you're available."

"Let them wait, then," Damon said.

Nyla sensed that these visitors were the parents of the children who had bullied Mason.

Keeping her head down, she quietly ate her breakfast and pretended not to have heard anything.

It wasn't until nearly noon that Damon finally agreed to meet them.

A group of eight adults, accompanied by four children, soon entered the living

room.

Nyla sat with Mason, keeping him occupied, while Damon lounged on the sofa, watching them with a small smile. They ignored the guests completely.

The guests' expressions darkened.

One man, who had previously interacted with Damon on business, spoke first. "Mr. Sumner, we brought our children here today to apologize to Mr Mason. Whatever it takes for him to forgive them-whether it's scolding or punishment-we'll accept it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other parents hurriedly echoed his words.