Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Being stuck in the mansion meant there was no way for Nyla to pass on any

useful information, even if she did learn something valuable. With that thought, a determined look flashed in her eyes.

For the next two days, Nyla stayed in her room, recovering. It wasn't until the third morning that she finally went downstairs for breakfast.

At the dining table, only Emerald and Delia were present. Brian was nowhere to

be seen.

When Delia saw Nyla, she snorted and turned her head away, pretending not to notice her.

Emerald's expression remained aloof. "How's your cold?"

"It's getting better. Thank you for arranging the doctor," Nyla replied.

Seeing Nyla act so obediently, Emerald froze mid-sip of her coffee. She raised an eyebrow and studied her with a scrutinizing gaze.

After all, every time they'd met before, Nyla had been sharp-tongued, always saying something to provoke her. But today, it was as if she were a completely

different person.

Suppressing her suspicions, Emerald replied calmly, "Since you're feeling better, I'll have Filipe call Andre. You'll resume your lessons today."

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

Just as she responded, the harsh scrape of Delia's knife and fork against her plate broke the moment, drawing both Nyla and Emerald's attention.

Emerald's face darkened slightly. "Delia, if you're done eating, leave. It's rude to disturb someone else's meal."

Delia's grip on her utensils tightened, her hands trembling slightly as if she were barely holding back her anger.

After a long pause, she shot Nyla a glare and coldly said, "I won't give up so easily!"

With that, she slammed her knife and fork onto the table and stormed out.

Emerald looked displeased. "She's becoming more and more unrefined."

Nyla pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling. "She's still young. In a few years, she won't be so willful."

Emerald studied her, growing more certain that something was off. Nyla never used to speak like this.

"Nyla, I advise you not to try anything underhanded. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to make you regret it," she warned.

"I'm not trying anything," Nyla said. "I had time to think while I was sick. If I keep going against you, I'm the one who suffers. Since I'm already in Meristate, there's no point in making things difficult for myself."

Seeing that Nyla seemed genuinely at peace, Emerald gave a cold nod. "Good. As long as you understand."

After breakfast, Emerald left, and Nyla headed for the study.

When Andre pushed open the study door, he was surprised to see Nyla reading a book on microeconomics. For a moment, he thought he had the wrong room.

Hearing the door open, Nyla looked up and smiled when she saw him. "Andre, you're here."

"Mm." Andre walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and sat across from her. "Did something happen these past few days?"

Confusion flashed in Nyla's eyes. She shook her head. "No. Why?"

"Because you seem like a completely different person. Before, you slept through most of the morning during our lessons. Today, you're reading economics books," Andre pointed out.

Nyla couldn't help but smile. A bit of life returned to her pale face. "Well, whether I like it or not, I have to study. The only difference is whether I do it painfully or happily. I choose the latter."

Andre smiled. "I like your attitude. Let's start the lesson, then."noveldrama

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

Andre set his laptop down on the desk, ready to begin, but just then, a knock sounded at the study door.