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

Chapter 352: Roger's face darkened with fury, his hands trembling. "This is intolerable! Separate them! Get a bucket of cold water and take her to the hospital!" Even in his rage, Roger recognized that something was seriously wrong with Stella. With so many witnesses, she hadn't even realized the attention she was drawing. The man beside her clearly wanted to leave, but Stella clung to him, desperate. It was evident something was off. Stella was quickly rushed to the hospital, and the family dinner erupted into chaos. The entire Brooks family became aware of the scandal.

"Anyone who speaks of this will be exiled from Ulares!" Roger roared, and naturally, no one dared to say another word. In the hospital room, Stella had been shouting and wreaking havoc since regaining consciousness. "It was Nyla-it had to be her!" she gasped, her voice trembling like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping. "She's the one who harmed me, I swear I'm not lying-she must have discovered everything!" Lying in the hospital bed, Stella buried her face in her trembling hands, tears cascading like a broken dam, with some drops trickling between her fingers.

The fruit bowl nearby was overturned, its contents scattered across the floor, while the bouquet sat in disarray, petals strewn like remnants of a storm. Anything within her reach bore the brunt of her outburst, shattered or destroyed. "It was her-it must have been her! I want justice!" Stella's anguished cries filled the room, her tone laced with both fury and despair, as though the weight of the world pressed heavily on her shoulders. Your hub for updates: gⱯlnovels.cm Roger sat silently in a chair, his gaze fixed on Stella with an inscrutable expression.

Her parents, Theodore and Juliana Brooks, stood nearby, their faces a mosaic of disbelief and distress. Theodore never dreamed he would return home to such turmoil. Their daughter, the picture of elegance, now lay crumbling on a hospital bed. The news had hit them like a thunderbolt, leaving shock in its wake, followed swiftly by the sting of humiliation. For the Brooks family, this scandal was a stain on their otherwise spotless name. "You keep saying it was Nyla," Roger finally spoke, his tone sharp enough to cut through Stella's sobs.

"What makes you so certain?" Stella didn't lift her hands from her face, her voice breaking under the strain. "Grandpa, Mom, Dad-it must have been her. She's been plotting against me! She drugged me; I know it was her!" Her words, repeated like a mantra, filled the room with an eerie rhythm. To an outsider, she might have seemed like someone teetering on the edge of madness. . . .