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

Chapter 304: Vicki had been right-her stubbornness had been her downfall. All these years, her only desire had been one thing: the truth about her father. Now, she had that truth. And in seeking it, she had become a target of the Higgins family, who now sought her destruction. Her child had become the unfortunate casualty in this war. It was all on her. "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. Murray, holding the evidence he had gathered, felt something stirring within him-something he couldn't name. "You..." he started.

"The Brooks family has never been on my side," Nyla continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "They've worked to crush me. The Higgins family has always hated me, doing everything they can to tear me down. And now my own husband doesn't trust me, keeping an eye on me. Murray, please... help me leave." Her expression remained calm, but in her eyes, Murray saw an unwavering resolve. It was a look he couldn't fully comprehend. It was as if she had reached the end of her rope and was now focused solely on survival.

"But didn't you once say you wouldn't leave, even if it cost you your life?" Murray's tone wasn't mocking, but more of an attempt to hold her back. Nyla caught his meaning and smiled faintly. "I don't just want the truth anymore. I want revenge. If I die, how can I take my revenge?" She no longer cared whether anyone else knew the truth. As long as she knew, that was enough. She wouldn't show mercy-not to any of them. Fresh updates now on glnes.cm Murray looked into her cold, empty eyes and saw a fierce rage-a reflection of himself from long ago. In that moment, he understood.

"I'll try to help you," he said softly. Nyla forced a smile before standing up and leaving. Murray watched her retreating figure, a sense of helplessness settling over him. She had reached the point where her only concern was survival. A wave of regret washed over him. He held the evidence briefly before discarding it in the trash. No matter how much he regretted it, the damage was already done. There was no turning back. As Nyla stepped out of the Skycloud Group building, three cars were waiting outside. The window of the middle car slowly rolled down.

Ethan's striking face gradually came into view. Nyla felt no shock, no surprise. She had expected this-though not that Ethan would come personally. She walked over, opened the door, and climbed inside, silently leaning back against the door. The silence inside the car was thick. No one spoke. Nyla closed her eyes, waiting for the ride home, unaware that the partition had lifted. . . .