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

Chapter 259: "Yes," he admitted with a grave tone, "and that is why you must stop. Your brother is still in jail, and you're the only hope of the Green family now. It's enough that you're alive and well." Nyla lowered her head, her shoulders slumping with the weight of despair. "But why should my father carry the blame and lose his life? Why should my brother rot in prison for a crime he didn't commit? My sister-in-law clings to life overseas, her days numbered to mere years despite every treatment." Her voice wavered, but when she looked up, her eyes burned with unwavering determination.

"And yet those responsible live carefree lives, untouched and unburdened. How can I accept this? Hudson, you know my father was framed, don't you? You know who's behind it, don't you?" Hudson felt the walls closing in under her piercing gaze, her plea tugging at the edges of his resolve. After a pause that felt like an eternity, he sighed deeply, unable to hold back any longer. "Follow me," he said at last, his voice laced with resignation. Behind the repair shop stretched a sprawling courtyard, tranquil yet hiding its share of secrets.

A few modest houses dotted the area, likely Hudson's home. Nyla silently trailed behind him, her sharp eyes taking in every detail around her. Hudson pushed open a door and disappeared inside, leaving Nyla standing at the threshold like a shadow waiting for its cue. Moments later, he returned with a handful of papers, their edges worn with age-fragments of a larger document. "These are excerpts from the original contract," he explained, handing them over. "I found them while going through some old records.

They're incomplete, but they make one thing clear-your father was already planning to breach the agreement." Nyla's gaze fell on the faded pages, her expression growing colder as emotions simmered beneath the surface. Her reddened eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. "May I take these?" she asked, her voice heavy with restrained emotion. Discover new releases gαℓησvℓs․com Hudson, reluctant to see her so shaken, replied softly, "They belonged to your family in the first place." "Thank you, Hudson," she murmured.

Sitting in her car, Nyla leaned against the door, her thoughts fixed on the damning words on those pages. The truth hit her like a bitter wind-her father had indeed conspired with Brevard, driven by the allure of easy profit. Brevard had presented the scheme as a simple import-export arrangement, concealing the smuggling operation it truly was. Lorenzo, her father, initially saw no issue and agreed. It wasn't until the day they prepared to inspect the goods at the port that Lorenzo sensed something was wrong. By then, it was too late to back out.

Later, when Lorenzo sought to break free from the contract, the ruinous penalties shattered him financially. . . .