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

Chapter 106: Vicki gripped Nyla's hand desperately, her face etched with panic. "You must assist me this time. I have always been there for you. You cannot abandon me now, can you?" "I've promised to support you as you age," Nyla replied, trying to withdraw her hand without success. She sighed, feeling trapped. "Even if you leave the Brooks family, I will still look after you." "That's not enough! Just listen to Ryland once; what's the big deal? You're still young, and marriage is in your future anyway.

Ryland only connects you with wealthy individuals from Ulares." Though Nyla had endured such pleas time and again, each instance felt like a fresh constriction around her heart. She stowed her grievances deep within, silently bearing the burden. She barely recalled the affection Vicki had shown her more than ten years earlier. Her voice broke as she confronted her mother, saying, "All you care about is money! You'd sacrifice your own daughter's well-being for it. How can you justify that as a mother?" "Without money, how are we to survive?

Please, Ryland has promised that if you comply, we'll be secure forever," Vicki said desperately. Tears brimming, Nyla turned away and shut her eyes against the pain. "You haven't changed. I'll help you this one last time." Vicki's relief was evident as Nyla consented. "I'm your mother. I wouldn't hurt you intentionally. I just want us to have a better life." "What exactly do you need from me?" Nyla demanded, weary of empty assurances. "Ryland is seeking a partnership with the Flores family, who remain unresponsive. Convince Mr. Flores.

If successful, we stand to gain thirty percent of the proceeds." As Nyla faced Vicki, searching for any sign of remorse, she found none-only unyielding greed. |∆ţ€ş† ¢нåρтεѓś ¡η g∆lиσνεℓš.cøm "Vicki, after this, consider our ties as mother and daughter severed." She wrenched her hand free and exited abruptly. Closing her office door behind her, she slid to the floor. A profound weariness engulfed her; it wasn't just sorrow-years of yielding to Vicki had painted her as the temptress others accused her of being.

Exhausted to her core, she slumped against the door, her head resting on her arms, her body shaking slightly. Her slight figure seemed especially delicate and sorrowful. "Oh, Dad, I'm so weary, so aggrieved." Following her agreement with Vicki, Nyla returned to the Brooks Mansion. Inside the living room, she noticed Nelson deeply focused on his tablet, his eyes barely visible beneath his messy hair. It had been more than two years since their last encounter, and his detachment seemed to have deepened. Feeling her stare, he abruptly raised his head, locking eyes with her.

Nyla, caught off guard by his intense gaze, stepped back reflexively. Recalling her mission, she nodded briefly at him and made her way upstairs. In the study, she encountered Ryland engrossed in paperwork, a trace of contempt flickering in her gaze. . . .