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

Chapter 353: "Stella, calm yourself," Juliana urged, her voice a gentle plea. "This kind of scandal isn't good for your reputation. Rushing into an investigation won't solve anything." Juliana, born into a family steeped in tradition and prestige, understood all too well the fragility of a family's honor. Like a porcelain vase, one crack could ruin everything. To protect Stella, they would have to bury this matter deep and lock it away. If they stirred the pot, who knew how many rumors would come bubbling to the surface?

Drawing Stella into an embrace, Juliana's tears mirrored her daughter's. No matter what Stella had done, she was still her child. A mother's heartache knew no bounds. "Mom, what am I going to do?" Stella wailed, clutching the bed sheet as though it could anchor her to sanity. "She's ruined everything! I want to see her pay for this-I want to end her!" "Stella!" Juliana recoiled, horror etched on her face. "How could you say such a thing?" Although Juliana hadn't spent much time with her daughter in recent years, she hadn't expected her to harbor such dark thoughts.

"Enough!" Theodore interjected, his firm voice silencing the storm in the room. "Stella, focus on recovering. I'll get to the bottom of this, but for now, you need to rest." He placed a steadying hand on Juliana's shoulder, a silent signal for her to stay quiet. With her husband's silent reassurance, Juliana said no more, though worry lingered in her eyes. "Dad, please-make sure this doesn't get out," Theodore pleaded with Roger. Lλtєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn gɐlovє.oм Theodore understood the stakes. If this matter became public, Stella would be kicked out of the Brooks family.

They could take her abroad, but her future would be irreparably damaged. Resolving the issue quietly was their only option. Roger, observing the scene with cold detachment, nodded and decided against further involvement. Whether Nyla was guilty or not, Stella's current state ensured she would pursue this matter herself. For now, Stella remained a useful pawn in his broader plans. "Stella," Theodore pressed, his tone demanding answers, "why are you so certain it was Nyla?" Stella, her eyes swollen and red from crying, bit her lip as if weighing her next words.

"I insulted her in the past," she admitted hesitantly. "She's never forgiven me for it. And... because of her, Uncle Ethan wants to drive me out of Ulares. I had..." "...no choice but to beg her for help." She paused, her voice growing bitter. "But before I could retaliate, she must have found out. That's why she drugged me." . . .