N nodded and said, "Yes, I know."


    Nathaniel was about to respond when Damon suddenly turned to N, his eyes cold. He asked, "Do you know me that well?"


    Nathaniel was taken aback, frowning at Damon. He couldn''t understand why Damon was deliberately making things difficult for N. Did he dislike rk so much that he extended that hatred to rk''s wife? N bit her lip and lowered her gaze. "No, thank you for tonight, Uncle Damon. It''ste, so I''ll be going now. Enjoy your evening."


    Damon sneered. "I helped you, and you think a simple thank you is enough?"


    N paused, then turned back to him and asked, "What do you want as thanks, Uncle Damon?"


    Damon looked at the woman pouring him a drink and said, "Teach her how to repay a life-saving favor."


    Nathaniel frowned, feeling that Damon was being too harsh by having an escort from a nightclub teach N how to repay a debt of gratitude.


    The woman smiled, looking up at Damon with a ttering gaze. "Mr. Sumner, if you saved me, I''d offer myself to you."


    Damon''s expression remained unchanged, revealing nothing about his satisfaction with the answer.


    Nathaniel couldn''t hold back any longer. "Damon, this is too much."


    N hadn''t done anything to offend Damon, so why was he humiliating her like this?


    Damon coldly looked at him. "What? Are you nning to repay me on her behalf?"


    Nathaniel was rendered speechless.


    Noticing that Damon''s demeanor was entirely different from his usual calm self, N calmly said, "Uncle Damon, you''re drunk." Damon turned to look at her.


    In the dim light, her eyes shone like clear water, and her expression was defiant. Something pricked at his heart, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the ss.


    If she had a softer personality, he might have used more forceful means to separate her from rk. But he knew she wasn''t the type to submit to any man. Pressuring her to divorce rk and be with him would only push her further away.


    Suddenly, the sound of ss shattering filled the room Damon had crushed the ss in his hand.


    "Damon!"


    "Mr. Sumner!"


    Nathaniel and the woman beside Damon eximed, their eyes filled with concern as they looked at his bleeding hand.


    Bright red blood dripped from Damon''s palm, but he seemed unfazed, his expression icy as he red at N and barked, "Get out!"


    N''s gaze lingered on his bleeding hand for a moment before she turned and left without a word.


    Damon watched her go, his aura growing even colder.


    Nathaniel immediately called for a first-aid kit, frowning at Damon. "The one who wronged you is rk, not N. Why are you making things difficult for her? Do you care about your reputation at all?" Damon sat in silence, staring at the table in front of him, lost in thought.


    Nathaniel turned to Caleb for support, but thetter simply said, "This is a Sumner family affair. Why are you so concerned?"


    "What kind of family matter is this?" Nathaniel retorted.


    Caleb didn''t respond, his gaze thoughtful. If Damon''s feelings for N were what he suspected, the Sumner family wouldn''t have peace for a while.


    He nced at Damon with a look of helplessness.


    If Richard and Marie discovered that, despite years of introducing Damon to numerous suitable women, he had shown no interest in any of them and had instead fallen for N, they would be furious.


    Of all people, he had to choose a married woman-and not just any woman, but his nephew''s wife. The thought alone was enough to give anyone a headache.


    After leaving the bar, N drove back to the vi


    As soon as she entered the living room, she saw rk sitting on the sofa, his expression stormy.