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

Chapter 186: His eyes softened as he glanced at the neatly arranged miniature suits. The fatigue that had weighed on him earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a quiet warmth. "And don't forget," Zaylee had continued, her tone teasing but earnest, "the most important thing is the child's mother. Remember to bring her flowers every day when you come home, okay? You knucklehead, you must cherish your wife. Don't let having a child make you forget her!" Ethan had only been ten years old at the time, yet Zaylee had painted a vivid picture of the future.

Now, sitting amidst the toys and clothes, he couldn't help but smile softly. "You really predicted it all," he murmured to himself. In stark contrast to the warmth Ethan felt, the Higgins household was shrouded in icy silence. A sudden, sharp crash of breaking objects echoed from upstairs. Several servants stood nervously near the closed door, flinching with every noise. "Get out! Get out!" Callie's voice, shrill and raw, carried through the house. Inside, she raged. Outside, Flavia turned to Brevard, desperation etched across her face.

Brevard sat in the study, a cigarette in hand, his expression grim. His silence made it clear he wasn't handling the situation any better. "Callie is refusing to eat or drink," Flavia began, her voice trembling with frustration. "What are the Brooks family saying about this? How could Ethan just call off the engagement? How is Callie supposed to face anyone in Ulares?" Brevard exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "Ethan's willing to concede sixty percent of the profits from the recent project, and the engagement is canceled.

Since the engagement invitations haven't been sent out, it's all just rumors in the circle. Ethan claims it won't cause any damage to our reputation." His jaw tightened. "He had this planned from the start." The realization stung. Brevard had been outmaneuvered, and there was no denying it. Ethan, no longer the pliable young man he once was, had turned the tables. There was no choice but to accept the terms, bitter as they were. Dive into fiction with gαℓησνs．com Still, Brevard couldn't shake a nagging suspicion. Had Ethan discovered something? No, he told himself. That was impossible.

Brevard rose abruptly, clutching a stack of documents. Irritation simmered beneath his calm demeanor. "I'll talk to her," he said gruffly. "You make sure there's food ready." Flavia nodded reluctantly as Brevard left the study, making his way to Callie's room. The noise had subsided somewhat, but there were still occasional thuds from inside. Brevard rapped on the door, his tone sharp. "Enough. What are you trying to do? Turn the house upside down?" The servants nearby exchanged uneasy glances, stepping back as the door suddenly swung open.

Callie stood there, her eyes swollen and red from crying, her defiance burning through the tears. She faced her father with trembling resolve. "I'm not giving up." . . .