Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 100: Nyla's color drained further. "Me, torment her? Ethan, so you think I'm the one bullying her? You overlook the reasons behind Bonnie's outburst when you walked in. You didn't hear what Callie said to me, did you? And what she accused me of-you took her words at face value, thinking I was deceitful, right?" Ethan's expression darkened slightly. "You've desired the Mrs. Brooks title, making it plausible you instigated those issues." "I don't want that title anymore. All I ask is for you to let me go." A single tear rolled down Nyla's cheek, her whole body wracked with pain.

She grasped Ethan's shirt, seeking his support. "You want to leave? Then why are you clinging to me now?" Ethan asked. "It's my stomach, Ethan. The pain is excruciating." Nyla leaned into his shoulder, her grip tightening around her belly, overwhelmed by the pain. "Here we go again. Do you think I'll just let you act out without consequences?" But as he spoke, Nyla's strength subsided, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Gastroenteritis, likely worsened by erratic eating and some nutritional deficiencies," said Leonard Wilson, the family doctor, his expression growing more concerned with each detail. It was astonishing how negligently Nyla had managed her health. "Furthermore, her condition prevented any extremely strenuous activities." Looking toward Ethan, Leonard, who had served as Ethan's personal doctor since his childhood, shared his observations. Given his seniority, Leonard often spoke with a frankness not common in others around Ethan.

Listening intently, Ethan, who had initially suspected Nyla of exaggerating her illness, realized the severity of her condition. "When can we expect her to recover?" Ethan inquired. Leonard, visibly annoyed, responded, "Even after recovery, exhausting activity must be avoided. It's crucial she undergoes a comprehensive hospital evaluation soon." Updates loaded at g@lnoνes․com Ethan said, "Leonard, you know I'm not heartless." As he packed his medical equipment, the doctor threw Ethan a meaningful look. "Is that so?

Your demands have been quite excessive recently, haven't they?" Leonard, adept in his field, could often read his patients' conditions from their expressions with striking accuracy. Ethan remained mute. After prescribing medication and offering some care tips, Leonard departed. Ethan gazed at Nyla, still visibly unwell, then went to change and headed for the kitchen. The scent of cooking roused Nyla. She sat up groggily, recalling the intense stomach pain and little else. She slipped into her cozy slippers and made her way out.

The aroma of food intensified, prompting a loud rumble from her stomach. Reaching the dining area, she found the table laden with dishes. Overcome by hunger, she bypassed further thought, peeked into the deserted kitchen, and then surveyed the also vacant living room. Had Ethan gone to bed for the night? Then who had prepared the meal? After a brief pause, Nyla seated herself and started to devour her meal. The mushroom soup was notably rich, flanked by two equally appetizing dishes. . . .