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

Chapter 229: "Ethan, listen to me. You need to stay calm," Keith urged, his voice steady but urgent. "We don't have enough evidence yet. We can't move until we know exactly who's behind this. If you act impulsively now, you'll only tip them off." Ethan's eyes burned with a ferocity that sent a chill down Keith's spine. Ethan made a move toward the door, but Keith stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Think about the people who depend on you!" Keith snapped, his voice cutting through Ethan's haze. "You're not alone anymore. You have Nyla. You have your child.

You can't afford to lose control now." Ethan clenched his fists. His cold demeanor softened slightly, but a dangerous glint still lingered in his eyes. Keith studied him with quiet sympathy. If it were up to him, he would have dealt with those people himself. The Brooks family truly had no conscience. People might fear ghosts, but the real horror lay in the human heart-it could be disgustingly cruel. Keith guided Ethan to the sofa, his voice calm yet firm. "Listen, even if you've gained control over the Brooks family, we still don't fully understand the forces working behind them.

Don't let a few scumbags distract you from uncovering the bigger truth." Keith had known Ethan since they were kids. After losing his own mother early, Keith had found a maternal figure in Ethan's mom. She had treated him like her own son, always making him feel at home. Keith's father, consumed by grief after his wife's death, had buried himself in work, leaving Keith to fend for himself emotionally. Zaylee would prepare meals for him, keep a spare set of toiletries for his visits, and shower him with the affection he no longer received at home.

Find exclusive stories at gαℓησvs․com Running a bar gave Keith the perfect cover for occasionally helping Ethan investigate the Brooks family's dark dealings. So far, no one had caught on to his involvement. "I know," Ethan murmured, his voice low and steady. He leaned back against the sofa, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp. His emotions simmered beneath the surface, but his eyes hardened, their coldness returning. Humans were, indeed, the least trustworthy creatures. "I looked into the caregivers who were supposed to take care of your mother," Keith said.

"They were all bribed by Roger. According to them, they only took the money to administer regular medication-they claimed they knew nothing else. I doubt they're lying, but it's hard to be sure." "And the Higgins family?" Ethan's bloodshot eyes glimmered with controlled fury, but his mind remained sharp. Keith sighed, pouring another drink. "Roger likely struck some deal with Brevard back then. When things started to fall apart, Roger slipped away cleanly. The specifics are still unclear, but it's obvious he covered his tracks well. We've got no solid evidence, just breadcrumbs.

The car accident is the only real lead." Keith had spent nearly two years uncovering just this much, proof of how carefully the other side had buried their secrets. If Ethan hadn't been relentlessly suspicious, the truth might have stayed hidden forever. . . .