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

Chapter 347: Ethan dismissed the suggestion with a scoff. Jackson said no more, though unease lingered on his face. Nyla made her way to Ryland's quarters, where Vicki was playing with Nolan in the living room. Strangely, Nelson was seated on the couch-a rare sight, as he usually kept his distance. She cast a brief glance at him before stepping forward and placing the gift she had brought on the table. Vicki noticed the gift first, then looked up. When she realized it was Nyla, her expression froze momentarily. She quickly glanced over Nyla's shoulder, as if expecting someone else.

"Why are you here?" Vicki asked, letting out a small sigh of relief when she saw no one else had accompanied her. "I brought you a gift," Nyla replied quietly, her voice flat and drained. "That's all. I'll be leaving now." Vicki frowned, her concern evident. "Why do you look like this? Has Ethan been treating you badly?" She studied Nyla's face closely, noting the pallor of her skin and the hollowness in her eyes. It wasn't just weakness-there was something haunting about her lack of expression. No matter what hardships Nyla had endured in the past, she had always shown resilience.

But now, she looked utterly defeated-like a walking zombie. "Vicki," Nyla said, her tone eerily calm, "in some ways, you might be right." Her words hung in the air, heavier than Vicki had anticipated. If Nyla had left back then, things wouldn't have come to this. gαℓησνs․com is where your journey begins She was living the consequences of her arrogance. Vicki's chest tightened. "What's going on? If you're in serious trouble, you know I can't do much to help, right?" Nyla gave a faint, almost mechanical smile. "It's nothing.

Just talking." She turned to leave, but Nelson's voice stopped her in her tracks. "You look like you really need a doctor." Nyla paused for a moment, confused by Nelson's words. While she sensed something was off in her mind, it wasn't severe enough to make her consider ending her life. If she were truly gone, how could she ever seek revenge? "No need, I'm fine," she said, dismissing the concern. Nelson studied her silently, not speaking any further. He didn't believe Nyla had any real desire to die, nor did he think she was truly depressed. . . .