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

Chapter 183: Before she could protest further, Ethan pulled her into his arms, his grip firm-almost desperate. Nyla squirmed and thrashed, her voice breaking. "I said don't touch me! Are you deaf? Let me go!" Her words faltered as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "You didn't save me," she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "You left me behind, and now you stand here in front of me, being the first to find me. What should I do? Ethan, just... just let me go." Nyla collapsed, her emotions and pain finally overwhelming her.

That was when Ethan noticed the blood trickling down her thigh. Her thigh wasn't injured, but there was blood. Though he was no medical expert, his heart stopped as he realized the implications. Raw fear gripped him. Never before had he been so afraid of something happening to Nyla. He scooped her up and raced to the hospital. A doctor took one look at the blood and barked orders. "Page Dr. Swain from obstetrics immediately. Heavy bleeding-possible pregnancy complications." As the medical team whisked Nyla into emergency care, the word "pregnant" echoed in Ethan's mind.

Questions bombarded him: Was it true? Did she know? It must be his child. Why hadn't she told him? Or had she been unaware herself? The blood loss haunted him. Time crawled as Ethan sat on the hospital bench. Each minute carved into him-not painfully, but deeply unsettling. His phone lit up with Callie's call. His eyes darkened as he remembered her earlier deception. Yet he couldn't move against the Higgins family. Not yet. He ignored the call, fixating instead on the surgery light, his gaze burning with frightening intensity.

The best reads are at gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm When the light finally dimmed, the doctor emerged with welcome news. "Both mother and fetus are stable. However, the next two months are critical. She'll need proper care and a balanced diet to protect them both." Relief flooded Ethan as the staff wheeled Nyla out, her face pale and vulnerable. The next morning, hunger nudged Nyla awake. She stirred but winced as pain flared in her calf, her body reminding her of the ordeal she'd endured. Her eyes fluttered open just as a nurse entered the room.

The nurse, noticing Nyla's movement, promptly called for the doctors. A small team in white coats arrived shortly after, surrounding her bed. Nyla, though still groggy, cooperated as they conducted their examinations. It wasn't until one of the doctors spoke that her foggy mind snapped to attention. "The fetus is doing remarkably well," the doctor said with a hint of admiration. "Despite the trauma, there's no sign of complications. It's a healthy and resilient little one." Nyla's heart skipped a beat. "Fetus?" What fetus?

Instinctively, her hand flew to her stomach, her fingers trembling slightly. . . .