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

Chapter 164: A shiver ran through Nyla at his declaration, vividly imagining the dire consequences for whoever Murray cornered. She mulled it over for a moment but chose to keep the Higgins' potential involvement to herself. Murray could uncover that thread on his own-after all, this was a layered issue. After they hung up, Nyla secured the recording of their call and sent a copy to her laptop. Her laptop was cluttered with documents, and a notebook beside her was filled with scribbled names and scattered notes. Several names were highlighted in red.

She had planned to contact them, yet every attempt so far had been met with outdated numbers. It was unsurprising-details changed over the years. Settling deeper into her sofa, she focused on three individuals still in Ulares. All had diverse positions in the company back then. Hudson Warren, notably a high-ranking official at the time, seemed the most likely to have had access to important contracts. She marked Hudson's name with a red star, wrote down his current address, and decided to plan a visit soon. Now wasn't the ideal time; the festive spirit of the New Year filled the air.

Nyla was jotting down her thoughts when her phone chimed with a message. At first, she ignored it, but it chimed a few more times, finally drawing her attention. The messages were from Callie-an electronic invite and a few casual words. Nyla's eyes fixated on the final line. "Hope to see you at my engagement party with Ethan." Nyla stared at the electronic invitation on her screen, her finger hovering over the link. She hesitated for what felt like an eternity before finally clicking, as if subjecting herself to some twisted form of self-inflicted torture.

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Clamping a hand over her mouth, she bolted to the bathroom, where she collapsed against the sink and vomited violently. This time was worse than before. She slumped onto the cold tile floor, utterly spent. The episodes had been sporadic at first-occasional nausea and chills whenever her stomach acted up. But lately, the queasiness was relentless, refusing to be ignored. Was her health deteriorating? The thought sent a ripple of unease through her. Reaching for her phone, she scheduled an appointment with a doctor she trusted, setting it for the following week.

When she finally pushed herself upright, the nausea lingered, a stubborn, gnawing ache. Exhausted, she shuffled back to her bedroom, collapsed onto the mattress, and burrowed under the covers, hoping for some reprieve. . . .