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

Chapter 161: Instead of returning to her apartment, Nyla headed to Maple Villa. After a refreshing shower, she sank tiredly onto her bed. During the holidays, the villa's staff had all taken their leave, leaving her in solitude. She reached for her phone and dialed Claudine. Claudine, now well enough to use her phone, often texted Nyla with updates on her recovery. The call connected just as Claudine's morning began. She looked notably thinner on screen, yet her skin showed signs of recovery. "Aren't you out celebrating the New Year?

Why stay home alone?" Claudine's voice held a blend of concern and curiosity. Enveloped in a blanket, Nyla waved dismissively. "I've already ventured out once today. I'm exhausted and have no desire to go out again. Just focus on getting better, Claudine." Claudine nodded, fully understanding Nyla's worries. From the outset, she had recognized that her treatment would be costly and require substantial resources. She had once decided to forgo treatment, but the doctors here informed her of the large expenses Nyla had already covered.

Realizing she couldn't let such sacrifices go to waste, Claudine committed to her treatment with renewed seriousness. Nyla, shifting the topic, inquired, "How have you been feeling lately? Have the doctors mentioned a possible discharge date?" With a soothing tone, Claudine responded, "They've mentioned that I might leave after the New Year holiday. Has something happened? Did your mom upset you again?" After a brief pause, Nyla responded without direct acknowledgment, saying, "Her harsh words aren't new. Why let them bother me now?" Claudine's brow furrowed with concern.

"I should speak with her. As her daughter, you deserve her empathy." New chapters now on g@ℓησvєs.cоm "Let it go, Claudine," Nyla interrupted gently. "I'm not upset. I just really miss you." The line fell silent. Over the years, Claudine had often felt like a burden to Nyla. Without Vicki's occasional assistance, Nyla could easily have been overwhelmed. Guilt had become a constant companion for Claudine. After a pause, she said cautiously, "Nyla, can you be honest with me? The experts, the treatment costs-did you have to borrow money for all this?

How much?" Caught off guard by the question, Nyla reflected on how Ethan had never pressured her to repay the treatment expenses. "A friend helped me out," she replied vaguely. Claudine's skepticism was evident. "What kind of friend has that kind of money? I've heard it was between ten and twenty million. I need the full truth." Struggling to explain Ethan's role, Nyla chose her words carefully. "He's part of the Brooks family. We've been together for quite some time. Don't worry, Claudine. He means a lot to me." Alarm flickered in Claudine's eyes. "Brooks family? That worries me.

Relationships with people like them can be... complicated." . . .