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

Chapter 293: Nyla's words came with practiced detachment, each syllable carved from years of suffering that Vicki could scarcely comprehend. This hard-earned composure allowed Nyla to speak of her pain without flinching. "You..." "Do these grievances seem trivial to you? Am I dwelling too much on past hurts? Perhaps you see me as ungrateful?" Nyla's laughter emerged sharp and hollow, devoid of warmth yet cutting like a bitter winter wind. "What nonsense are you speaking?" Vicki managed. "Vicki, exhaustion consumes me.

Suddenly, all these years feel utterly meaningless." Nyla's gaze drifted to the ceiling as memories cascaded through her mind. Weariness settled deep in her bones as she wondered why Lorenzo hadn't taken her with him that fateful year. "Nyla, stop this talk! Rest now. Once you've recovered, you can leave this city behind." Vicki retreated hastily, her genuine remorse remaining unspoken. Alone in her sterile room, Nyla raised her hand toward the sliver of moonlight piercing through the window. "Leave? Perhaps that's exactly what I need," she whispered into the emptiness.

She was no match for those people. Her child was lost because of her choices. Her career would soon crumble beneath the Brooks family's influence. Newest chapters on galnoνels.cóm Family... She scoffed at such an ethereal concept. Upon her next awakening, voices filtered through the doorway, grating against her consciousness. She opened her eyes to find Callie standing there, holding a bouquet. "You're awake. I was about to slip away after leaving these. Forgive the intrusion," Callie said with a smile, navigating past Ethan to place the flowers and fruit on the bedside table.

A memory flashed through Nyla's mind, turning her gaze cold as ice. "It was you," Nyla stated sharply. Callie faltered, confusion crossing her features. "What? What are you suggesting?" Nyla seized her hand, her voice as sharp as steel. "You orchestrated the cafe meeting. The accident was your design. You wanted to witness my downfall." Callie maintained her facade of innocence, glancing toward Ethan for support. "Nyla, what exactly are you implying? That I'm responsible for your child's death?" . . .