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

Chapter 270: "Alright, I'll accompany you this evening," Ethan replied. That night, Ethan escorted Nyla to the Brooks Mansion. Roger, having been informed earlier, waited in the living room of the main house for their arrival. Word that Ethan was bringing Nyla back spread quickly among the Brooks Mansion staff, sparking lively discussions. "Nyla really knows how to work her magic; she's got Ethan wrapped around her finger. Rumor has it he's even bringing her back." "It's not a rumor. They're coming soon." "What does this mean for them? They haven't had a wedding yet.

Surely, Ethan isn't that miserly." "Who knows? Wealthy families are a mess. He might grow bored of her soon enough and move on." Their gossip was abruptly cut short by Stella's arrival, prompting an immediate silence. "Nyla has the nerve to show up!" Stella clacked through the hallway in her high heels, causing the nearby servants to quickly step aside, avoiding her gaze. In the living room of the main house, Roger lounged on the sofa as a servant poured coffee beside him. Trying to contain her anger, Stella approached. "Grandfather, is Uncle Ethan returning today?

Is he bringing that woman with him?" Her voice dripped with displeasure. Roger took a calm sip of his coffee, showing no sign of disturbance. Stella, observing his composure, felt her fears confirmed, and her cheeks reddened with anger. "Grandfather, how can we allow that woman to enter our home?" she blurted out. "She seduced both my brother and my uncles. How can we accept someone like her into our family?" Read exclusive updates gαℓησvls․com Stella was consumed by her fury. The woman she despised was now her aunt; how could she come to terms with that?

Tears tinged her eyes as she spoke her grievances. "Grandfather, Bonnie is a close friend of Nyla. Nyla sent Bonnie to ensnare Austen. You know I've cared for Austen for years. Nyla is doing this to spite me." Roger's brow creased as he listened. He was aware of the young Mitchell man, a department chief at a hospital, despite his youth. The Mitchells weren't a prominent family, but they held respect. He hadn't anticipated Nyla's involvement. "Control your temper, Stella. Where are your manners?" Roger scolded her sternly. "A woman like Nyla will not be welcomed by the Brooks family.

And as for Austen, when the conditions are favorable, things will fall into place." Stella bit her lip and whispered, "Understand." . . .