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

Chapter 308: Feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, Nyla set the chair aside and collapsed onto the sofa. Despite her desire to express her anger, she realized any attempt would be pointless. "Do you even realize what you're doing? You're not yourself right now, and you need medication to help bring you back." Noelle glared at Ethan's recent medical report, storming into the office with resolve. This wasn't something any normal person should be dealing with. It was chilling to watch someone consider everything as mere business and profit. She fixed her eyes on Ethan.

He hadn't been like this before-what had caused such a drastic change? It was too strange. Ethan kept his head lowered, his attention on the documents before him. Recently, his temper had worsened, and he had become increasingly distant. "Is there something else?" he asked, his voice flat. Noelle felt herself on the brink of losing control. She grabbed the report and slammed it in front of him. "You don't think this matters? Ethan, don't you see how bad this is for you?" She was drained by the situation. How could someone so powerful in business be so blind to such a simple reality?

Ethan barely glanced at the report before moving it aside. "So what? I don't see an issue." He folded his hands in his lap, his gaze carrying an undeniable weight. Noelle was taken aback. Despite being older, she always felt overshadowed by Ethan's presence. "Noelle, I'm happy with the outcome of this treatment, and there's no need to pursue it further." "Ethan, you know this isn't right." |/të$+ çhåptęrš įñ gåłñøvêłś.cøm "Who would dare tell me I'm wrong?" Ethan's eyes hardened, his tone frosty. Noelle froze under his piercing gaze. Who, indeed, in Ulares, would dare question Ethan? No one.

Absolutely no one. After a long silence, she picked up the report, her tone calm yet firm. "I don't understand how you've arrived at this, but this way of thinking is wrong. Ethan, you..." "Can't own someone like that; love isn't something you can buy." She was speechless, taken aback by the extremity of Ethan's mindset. It had escalated to the point of treating someone like a prisoner. Noelle shuddered at the thought of what irreversible damage could come from this path. What scared her even more was the fate of the relationship Ethan held so dear.

"I know what I'm doing," Ethan replied, his words clearly signaling that he wanted her to leave. Noelle met his gaze with mixed emotions, then sighed softly as she turned to walk out. As she closed the door behind her, she left him with one last remark. "Ethan, have you forgotten why you came to me for psychological counseling in the first place?" . . .