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

Chapter 281: With the last of her strength, Nyla raised a trembling hand toward her, only to be met with Callie's cruel smirk and a finger pressed to mocking lips. Callie's silent message was clear: "Go to hell." Then darkness claimed Nyla. As emergency services rushed Nyla to the hospital, Ethan received the news and immediately redirected his private jet home. The message also reached Bonnie, who stormed into the hospital with fire in her eyes. When Ethan arrived, the air was thick with tension. Surgery was still underway, and every second felt like a century.

Bonnie was the first to confront him, her voice a whip of fury. "You promised to protect her! Is this what you call protection?" Ethan stood silent, his face carved from stone. Austen intervened, pulling Bonnie back with a calming hand. "Not now, Bonnie. Blame won't help her." As the minutes crawled by, Jackson appeared, his face grave as he delivered a quiet report to Ethan. "The driver is confirmed dead. His name is Hudson Warren, a former employee of the Green family. Mrs. Brooks met with Hudson a few days ago. Before the incident, she talked with Callie.

Surveillance from the cafe shows Mrs. Brooks leaving first. Everything seemed normal before the street descended into chaos." Jackson hesitated, his voice dropping further. "This wasn't random. It was a deliberate attack on Mrs. Brooks. Hudson left something behind-details are still coming in." Ethan's eyes darkened, his restrained fury palpable. The air around him seemed to chill as he processed the information. Moments later, a nurse burst from the operating room, her urgency slicing through the corridor like a knife. "The patient's condition is critical," she announced.

"She's lost too much blood. The baby... we likely can't save the baby." Discover your next read at gⱯlnσνs﹒com Bonnie rushed forward, her voice shaking but resolute. "Then save the mother. Do whatever it takes-just save her!" Time stretched on, seeming to last forever. Bonnie sat next to Austen, leaning into him, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her face etched with worry. Ethan mirrored her demeanor. Even he, usually so composed, couldn't hide the flicker of anxiety in his eyes. The light above the operating room door went off.

A doctor stepped out, and Ethan moved swiftly toward him. The doctor, recognizing Ethan, spoke with a regretful tone. "The patient is stable, but she has had a miscarriage." Ethan stood motionless, nodding almost imperceptibly as Nyla was wheeled past. Her eyes were closed, her face lifeless. Bonnie stifled a sob, covering her mouth, unable to process what Nyla had just gone through. She could only lean on Austen's shoulder and cry quietly. Nyla woke up the following day. Bonnie had taken time off to care for her, still carrying a quiet bitterness toward Ethan.

She couldn't rid herself of the feeling that Ethan had failed to keep Nyla safe. Just as Bonnie was about to fetch some warm water, she noticed Nyla blink and quickly rushed to call for the doctor in a panic. . . .