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

Chapter 468: "Let him die." Nyla ended the call abruptly and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, her expression darkening. As she drove, she kept glancing at the phone, her thoughts conflicted. She pulled over. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed the phone again, made a U-turn, and started driving toward the hospital instead of heading home. Jackson was pacing outside the operating room, visibly battered and disheveled. Upon Nyla's arrival, she immediately spotted the injured Jackson and frowned. "What's going on here?" Jackson sighed in relief at seeing her. "Mrs.

Brooks, I'll fill you in later." Nyla winced at the title. "Don't call me Mrs. Brooks. Just Nyla is fine. Ethan and I are divorced now." Ethan's injuries were kept a secret. Unknown to all, he had secretly returned and was currently in a hospital undergoing a critical operation. Owned by Ethan himself, this hospital ensured the utmost confidentiality. An hour passed, and the surgery was successfully completed. As the doctor emerged, his gaze naturally settled on Jackson. Catching sight of Nyla by his side, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

Yet, he maintained his professional composure and refrained from asking any questions. "The surgery went well, although the wound is rather deep. He must avoid strenuous activities for some time." Jackson acknowledged this with a nod. Soon after, medical staff wheeled Ethan out. Nyla observed the frail man on the gurney, his vulnerability striking her profoundly. It seemed as if a mere touch could break him. Once Ethan was settled in his room, Jackson began to explain. "We must keep Mr.

Brooks' condition under wraps, which is why we've only reached out to you." Ł∆†€ş† ¢αþŧεяs 1n gałnøνεlş.çø₥ Nyla, puzzled, responded, "Why involve me? If it's supposed to be a secret, I shouldn't even know." She had no intention of spreading the word, yet she couldn't see her relevance to the situation. Her presence was purely out of fear for his life, nothing more. "You are the only one trustworthy. Mr. Brooks was handling sensitive issues abroad when betrayal struck, leading to his injuries.

Should his adversaries learn of his vulnerability, they would surely seize the chance to target Crestwave Group." He left out the part about the potential threats to their foreign assets. "I must avoid staying here too long; it would raise suspicions. We need you, Mrs. Brooks, to oversee his recovery." Jackson's request was earnest, yet it left Nyla feeling more burdened than honored. She could very well disregard the whole affair. "Look for someone else. I'm out of time," Nyla said, her refusal coming after some hesitation.

Her desire to sever ties with Ethan was the only reason for her decision. Jackson's response was a heavy silence. "Mrs. Brooks, won't you consider changing your mind?" As Nyla made her way to the door, she paused and exhaled softly. "I can manage three days at most." . . .