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

Chapter 291: "Nyla!" Darkness clouded Ethan's features as irritation mounted within him. "What transgression have I committed? Is your beloved the culprit, rendering you too cowardly to act?" Nyla's accusations flew like arrows, hoping to provoke Ethan into aligning with her cause. "Don't you trust my word? I told you Callie orchestrated this," she shouted. Her hopes shattered against his response. "Where's your proof?" Ethan's voice carried a cutting edge. Three investigations had confirmed Callie's innocence, yet Nyla remained steadfast in her conviction.

The question struck her silent momentarily before bitter laughter escaped her lips. "So you believe I'm fabricating this, deliberately targeting her?" "I simply think you're creating unnecessary conflict." His words threatened to demolish what remained of Nyla's composure. Her child was gone. She had witnessed the perpetrator with her own eyes, yearning only for justice. Why wouldn't Ethan believe her? The revelation struck hard-she alone carried the burden of caring for their lost child. All those tender feelings, all that profound love... it had been nothing but an elaborate deception.

"Since you refuse to believe me, there's nothing left to say." Nyla lay still in the bed, her eyes tightly shut, as if the weight of despair had consumed her completely. She had once trusted Ethan completely, allowing herself to depend on him and slowly open her heart. But now, reality had shattered that trust. All those promises felt empty, and she realized, with crushing clarity, that she had been the only one foolish enough to believe them.

Let your imagination soar with gⱯlnσνℓs․com "The investigation shows no evidence linking this to the Higgins family," Ethan said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "How long are you going to hold on to this idea?" He couldn't understand why Nyla insisted it was Callie. Though Callie had met Nyla before the accident, she hadn't been anywhere near the scene. Ethan had even consulted the doctor, who suggested that Nyla's trauma from the miscarriage might have led her to misidentify the person she saw before losing consciousness.

Nyla's heart sank even further, as though she were being pulled into a bottomless pit. Just then, a soft knock on the door broke the tension, and the room fell into a charged silence. The doctor who came to check on her remained silent, too cautious to speak. Nyla's emotional turmoil over the past few days had clearly exceeded what would be expected for a normal recovery. "You've just had surgery, so it's important to stay calm and avoid emotional stress," the doctor said gently. "Your wound is beginning to reopen. I'll send someone to change your dressing." . . .

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