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

Chapter 292: Neither Nyla nor Ethan had noticed the bleeding. Had the doctor not intervened, their argument might have dragged on for hours. The doctor cautioned Nyla against continuing her reckless behavior, and she couldn't deny that her actions over the past few days had been impulsive. "Also," the doctor added casually, adjusting his glasses as though it were a routine comment, "under certain circumstances, people might experience illusions." Nyla froze. "Illusion?" No, it couldn't have been an illusion. "I didn't imagine it. That scene was real," Nyla insisted firmly.

"If you believe it's real, then focus on your recovery first before delving into investigations," the doctor advised calmly. Nyla fell silent. After the doctor left, Ethan also departed from the ward without a word. A deep sense of loss washed over her, leaving her feeling abandoned by everyone. She had lost the one person she could rely on. Later that night, the door creaked open slowly. Nyla's eyes fluttered open the moment she heard the sound, and she turned her head to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway. A wave of relief swept over her.

"Why are you here?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The figure paused, seemingly startled. After a moment, Vicki walked over to her side. Exclusive chapters at gⱯlnσνls․com The luxurious ward was outfitted with all the comforts of home, its opulence only heightening the feeling of entrapment. Nyla switched on the bedside lamp, and Vicki's weary, worn-out appearance came into focus. The last time Nyla had seen her, Vicki hadn't looked nearly this drained. It had only been a few days. "I just came to see you," Vicki's voice rasped, hoarse and strained.

Nyla didn't have the energy to deal with it. She rubbed her forehead, a headache pressing in. "I'm fine." Vicki bit her lip, her face twisted with frustration. "I told you to leave. Why didn't you? Why do you keep putting yourself through this? I'm your mother-I would never want to hurt you. Why won't you just listen?" Nyla's face was pale, her once vibrant eyes now hollow and distant. She gazed at Vicki, her voice emotionless. "You've hurt me in so many ways. It's only been recently that you've shown any kindness.

I don't know why, but surely there's a reason for it, isn't there?" Vicki shifted uncomfortably under Nyla's penetrating gaze. Before she could offer an explanation, Nyla continued, her voice carrying the weight of years of accumulated pain. "Spare me your claims of acting in my best interest. If you truly meant to help, you would never have brought me to the Brooks family home. You wouldn't have compelled me to serve Ryland's every whim. After I established my studio, you shouldn't have demanded half of the earnings for Nolan.

Above all, you shouldn't have used your knowledge as a weapon while I investigated my father's case." . . .