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

Chapter 187: With a brief glance toward the servant next to him, Brevard issued a silent command. The servant, catching the unspoken directive, quickly ushered a group of others down the staircase. Fury blazed in Callie's eyes as she stared at a fixed point, her attempt to mask her anger completely abandoned. In that moment, she looked utterly unhinged. "Why should we cancel it?" she asked. "Ethan is ready to sacrifice so much just to end the engagement, and he even dares to go against Roger.

What's really going on here?" Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and realization as she continued. "It has to be Nyla! Ethan wouldn't have ended things so abruptly unless she came back!" "Enough!" Brevard's voice thundered, cutting through the growing tension. His sharp gaze locked on his daughter, who was unraveling before him. "You are to remain indoors for the next few days. Avoid any interaction with the company. I've already informed Ethan that I've arranged your leave." Callie's face twisted with defiance. "Why? I was so close to securing it, Dad!

I can't just give it up!" Brevard regarded her indifferently, understanding her ambition yet seeing the hidden lesson in her defeat. This setback, though painful, might ultimately strengthen her resolve. She would learn that life offered nothing freely-everything had to be fought for. Hesitation or weakness only invited others to snatch what could have been yours. "This matter is closed," he said, his tone cold. "Your protests won't change anything. If there's blame to assign, it lies with Ethan.

Rest assured, what is meant for you will come in time." "But how can I just stand here and watch this slip away?" Callie pleaded, gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white. Brevard's gaze wavered. "I've done some investigating. Nyla is hospitalized, and Ethan's been by her side since yesterday. This was his plan all along, and we walked right into it." Discover more on gα ℓ ησ ν s, com The revelation struck Callie like a cold blade-not wounding her, but sharpening her simmering resentment. She was certain now. Nyla had taken everything from her.

"Finally, it all makes sense," Callie replied, her voice unnervingly smooth. "My mistake was not acting when I had the chance back in the suburbs. I was too lenient." Brevard, fully aware of Callie's prior actions, knew they had been insufficient. Acknowledging this, he said, "Your hesitation brought us to this point. Next time, you'll know exactly what to do." Callie's lips curled into a chilling smile, her tone cold. "Rest assured, next time, she'll disappear entirely." Nyla had initially dismissed Ethan's rapid decisions as impulsive.

But just a day after her discharge from the hospital, she found herself unexpectedly escorted to the courthouse. As she held the marriage certificates, reality hit her like a bitter wave. This was the future she had once dreamed of, now materializing, but devoid of the happiness she had envisioned. She understood that Ethan's motives weren't rooted in love but in the obligations tied to their unborn child. . . .