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

Chapter 258: A man in his forties, sleeves rolled up, his hands stained with grease, worked tirelessly on a motorcycle. The rhythmic clinking of a wrench punctuated the quiet of the shop. As she drew closer, Hudson, his eyes fixed on his work, called out without glancing up, "Need a repair? You'll have to wait. I'm a bit swamped." "Hush, Hudson," Nyla said softly, her tone a bridge to the past. Though not intimately familiar with him, Nyla had seen Hudson often during her childhood visits to the company. Faces like his were etched in her memory. Hearing her voice, Hudson froze momentarily.

His gaze lifted, and a flash of unease flickered in his eyes when he saw her. "You've got the wrong man," he said curtly. Nyla's resolve was unwavering. She could tell he knew something. "I haven't even said why I'm here, and you're already denying it. Hudson, deception isn't your strong suit." Hudson's grip on the wrench tightened. A tense silence filled the air before he dropped his gaze and resumed his tinkering. "What do you want?" Nyla's voice was clear and direct. "I want to know what really happened back then.

You were there-you must know." Hudson turned his back to her, set the wrench down with a clink, and replied, "I don't know anything. Everything happened as it was reported." He wiped his hands on a rag and moved deeper into the shop, sipping water from a worn cup. Discover fresh chapters gαlnσνes․com Undeterred, Nyla followed him. "If that's true, why didn't you take the money? Why didn't you flee the country like the others?" Her words hung in the air, cutting through his defensive facade. She was convinced that Hudson held secrets he wasn't ready to share.

If the events of that year were as simple as reported, she wouldn't have spent so many years investigating without finding any clues. Hudson's lined face betrayed a storm of emotions before he let out a heavy sigh. "Nyla, if you value your safety, stop digging into this. It won't lead anywhere good. Your father wasn't entirely innocent, you know." Nyla's eyes flashed with defiance. "You said it yourself-he wasn't completely innocent. But he wasn't the mastermind either, was he? Someone else orchestrated it all.

You were too powerless to resist them, and now you want me to give up." Her words struck like arrows, sharp and unrelenting. Hudson admired her tenacity, though he feared her pursuit of the truth. No matter how sharp her mind, this was a battle waged against giants-giants who crushed without remorse. . . .