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

Chapter 285: When consciousness finally returned to Nyla, she found Ethan nearby, absorbed in documents. "How did it go?" Her voice emerged as a hoarse whisper. Ethan helped her drink water, his touch gentle despite the tension in his shoulders. "This has nothing to do with Callie," he stated with unwavering conviction. Nyla's eyes widened with desperation as she grasped his hand. "When I fainted, I saw Callie. She was there at the scene." "The scene was thoroughly examined.

No trace of her presence was found, and surveillance footage showed nothing." "Surveillance footage can be manipulated." Desperation colored every word as Nyla clung to her certainty, remembering Callie's cryptic words and that final haunting scene before unconsciousness claimed her. Nyla's head lowered, her bangs casting shadows across her face. "Are you avoiding action because it's the Higgins family? Because it's Callie, you can't bring yourself to act?" Ethan's brow furrowed. "Nyla, what are you saying?" Her fingers twisted in the blanket as sanity threatened to slip away.

"Don't pretend you don't understand! This wasn't just about me-it was our child, Ethan! Your child! And you're telling me Callie has nothing to do with it? How can I believe that? How can you not believe me?" Ethan's lips pressed into a thin line as he watched the storm rage within her. Her eyes were rimmed red with unshed tears. He reached out to touch her, but she turned her head sharply, rejecting the comfort he offered. The place for great stories: gⱯlnσνℓs․com "I'm telling you, Callie isn't involved," he said, his voice quieter now but no less resolute. "And the Higgins family?

Did you dig deep enough? Or does the truth not matter to you because you don't care about the child at all? Do you think this was all some accident?" Her words came fast and sharp, each one cutting like a blade. "You've always been like this, haven't you?" she spat, her voice trembling. "Someone who values power and profit above everything else. Even your own family." That struck a nerve. Ethan's hands tightened around the notebook he held, his knuckles whitening as he stood abruptly. His shadow loomed over her for a moment, but he didn't say a word.

He simply turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. Left alone, Nyla sat motionless in the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face unchecked. The idea that this was merely an accident remained unbearable, an impossible truth that she couldn't bring herself to accept. At the Higgins family residence... "Is everything in order?" Brevard asked from behind his desk, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the study. . . .