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

Chapter 296: "Hana, I understand, but I'm just so devastated. I couldn't protect my child. He must be blaming me," she murmured. Hana gently took her hand and stroked her head. "How could the baby blame you? He loves you. There's an old belief that lost loved ones somehow find their way back to us." Nyla blinked, her voice filled with quiet disbelief. "Really?" Hana smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, really. Don't worry, your child will return to you." Nyla's hand lingered on her stomach. If only that were true.

But she knew she and Ethan could never go back to what they once had, and the chance of having another child seemed uncertain. Perhaps Hana's words had a small impact. That evening, Nyla ate more than usual and finished the soup. Hana felt a glimmer of relief and mentioned it to Ethan when he came home. "Mrs. Brooks ate quite a bit tonight. She seems better than she did before." Ethan paused as he set down his jacket and glanced at Hana. "That's good." Hana, sensing his detached response, grew frustrated. "You need to comfort her properly.

This is a huge deal for her." "Do you think the child was more important than her own life?" Ethan retorted. Hana was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer. Perhaps it did matter, but she kept that thought to herself. Ethan slowly made his way upstairs, pausing at the guest room door before finally entering the master bedroom. Nyla was awake, propped up against the headboard, absorbed in her phone. When she saw Ethan enter, she froze for a moment, then went to lie down. Ethan watched her in silence, a wave of discomfort washing over him, before speaking softly.

"Do you think the child was more important than your own life? If I had to choose again, I would still choose to save you." Your story hub is gⱯlnσνℓs․ Silence enveloped the room. A soft light formed halos above their heads, casting a mesmerizing glow. Their eyes met in a quiet exchange; no emotions stirred between them, only a shared gaze. It had been ages since Nyla had experienced such a feeling. Yet, it was too late now. Ethan had a pattern of wounding her, only to offer small gestures in an attempt to repair the damage.

But the pain was too profound, and these gestures barely scratched the surface of her anguish. "Ethan, there's only one thing I ask," Nyla inhaled deeply, her gaze laden with complexity. "I want you to take action against the Higgins family. They needn't be ruined, but I can't bear them living comfortably." . . .