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

Chapter 182: Flavia hovered over her daughter, tears streaming down her face. "My poor baby. Did those monsters hurt you? Did they strike you?" The narrow escape left Callie hollow. She buried her face in her mother's shoulder, managing a slight head shake. "No." "Have you identified the perpetrators?" Brevard's voice carried the weight of a father's fury as he addressed Ethan. Ethan's jaw tightened with regret. "The investigation is ongoing. You'll have answers soon." Brevard responded with a curt nod. When Ethan's phone rang, he excused himself.

Callie watched him leave, anxiety gnawing at her core. Would he discover her deception about Nyla? Impossible-only she knew the truth. After a night in the woods, Nyla would have succumbed to nature's dangers. Flavia noticed her daughter's distress. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Should I call the doctor?" "Just tired," Callie murmured. Flavia's face softened. "Then rest, my love. I'll stay right here." She gently tucked the blanket around Callie as she sank into the mattress. In the corridor, Jackson's voice crackled through Ethan's phone.

"Miss Green hasn't surfaced at Maple Villa or any hospitals. She's vanished." Ethan's mind raced back to Callie's story. "Search the abandoned warehouse again." "Understood." Instead of returning to question Callie, Ethan strode out of the hospital. As he drove, inconsistencies nagged at him. The blood-stained rope suggested a prolonged struggle, which meant Nyla had freed herself. Explore more chapters on gⱯlnσνes․cøm The most confusing part was, who could have reached her so quickly? The attackers had targeted him specifically; who else could have known?

The deeper he thought, the more his instincts screamed at him. The answers evaded him, but his unease grew stronger, clawing at the edges of his mind. The Cayenne tore down the road, devouring the distance in a cloud of dust. Then, through the haze, he spotted a frail figure limping along the roadside. His heart jolted, and in an instant, he pushed the car to its limits, the speedometer screaming past 180. When the car screeched to a halt, Nyla stopped as well. Ethan leaped out, his eyes locking on her battered form.

Her injuries painted a picture of suffering that hit him harder than any blow ever had. His chest tightened with an ache he couldn't explain. He shouldn't feel this way. It didn't make sense. Nyla stared at him, her face devoid of expression. Leaning heavily on the iron rod, she dragged herself closer to him, every movement a silent defiance. Ethan extended a hand to help her, but she recoiled, her voice icy. "Don't touch me." . . .