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

Chapter 264: Callie, comforted by her mother's arms, nodded. Her eyes, though tear-stained, sparkled with renewed determination. "Sorry, Mom. I get it now. It won't happen again." As Callie steadied herself, her phone rang. It was the private investigator she had employed. Taking a deep breath, she picked up. "What's going on?" "I have news. Ethan took Nyla to the hospital once; they visited the obstetrics and gynecology department." The investigator's revelation left Callie momentarily paralyzed. What? Ethan had taken Nyla to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Could Nyla be pregnant?

Was this the reason Ethan had been so stubborn about marrying Nyla, despite the backlash? Flavia noticed Callie's shocked expression and grew worried. "What is it?" Callie's mind raced. If Nyla was indeed pregnant, what did that mean for her chances? This couldn't go on. "Morn, Nyla is pregnant. That's why Ethan is rushing to marry her. We can't just sit back and let this happen. If Nyla has his child, Ethan will never leave her!" As soon as Brevard heard Flavia's words on the phone, he immediately arranged for a driver to bring him home. The scene in the living room was utter chaos.

Your update hub: gⱯlησνℯℓs․cøm Fragments of shattered vases, bowls, and cups scattered across the floor like a battlefield of broken porcelain. Callie sat stiffly on the sofa, her hands smeared with blood. A private doctor lingered nearby, standing silently, as though waiting for his cue. Though tension rippled across Flavia's face, she made no effort to intervene. She understood that her daughter needed this release-without it, Callie might never find closure. By now, Callie's fury had simmered into an icy calm. Her eyes shifted toward the doctor with an unreadable look.

"Fix it," she said flatly. The doctor immediately began his work, his movements efficient and precise. Flavia exhaled quietly, some of her unease dissipating as she saw Brevard step into the room. "What is going on here?" Brevard asked, his eyes scanning the wreckage. His tone carried more curiosity than anger. Flavia hesitated, weighing her words carefully. Finally, she broke the silence. "Nyla is expecting." . . .