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

Chapter 64: Leaning against Claudine, Nyla fought back tears. "We need to keep going, at least until my brother is released. He'd never forgive himself if he saw you like this." "Has your brother still not come around to seeing us?" Claudine spoke with a mix of resignation and deep concern. Since Hayes Green's arrest, when Nyla was just a child and Hayes had barely reached adulthood, he had refused to meet his family.

During the first few years after the incident, the lives of Vicki, Nyla, and Claudine had been tumultuous-constantly evading debt collectors and unable to visit Hayes in prison. As the years passed and Claudine's health weakened due to the distressing miscarriage, Nyla wanted to reconnect with Hayes a few times, hoping to bring some comfort to her sister-in-law. Hayes was adamant about not meeting them, and his decision was firm. Throughout the years, not a single meeting occurred.

Nyla frequently expressed frustration at what she perceived as Hayes' lack of warmth, yet she understood his underlying fears. Deep down, she knew he was concerned they might be tracked down by their pursuers, which made him insist on keeping them at a distance. "I'll make a visit tomorrow-it's the scheduled visiting day," Nyla replied, warming Claudine's hand in hers. Claudine gently tapped her hand. When Nyla looked up, slightly bewildered, she saw Claudine pull a bracelet adorned with a four-leaf clover from her pocket.

"Tomorrow's your birthday, and this is for you," Claudine said as she handed over the bracelet. "I hope it brings you luck and keeps you safe." Nyla gazed at the bracelet, too overwhelmed to speak. She realized then that Claudine hadn't been resting from her chores; she had gone out in the cold to get this gift, despite her frail health. Trying to control her emotions, Nyla reached out and embraced Claudine, behaving almost childishly as she clung to her, murmuring, "Claudine, you're the best." gⱯlnσνs﹒, the heart of fiction Claudine affectionately stroked her hair, chuckling softly.

"Always the drama queen, aren't you? Weren't you asking for ribs? Let me cook them for you." Nyla shook her head, her expression playful yet firm. "Not today. It's my turn to cook. You rest," she insisted, leaning into Claudine comfortably. Understanding Nyla's concerns, Claudine didn't argue and accepted her decision. That evening, after spending quality time together, Claudine quietly transferred a substantial amount of money to Nyla, money she had saved from part-time work. Claudine said it was an additional birthday gift. Although it pained Nyla to accept it, she did.

Shortly after, Austen and Bonnie also transferred money to Nyla, prompting a lighthearted thank you from her in their group chat. However, she soon grew quiet. As she lay in bed later, Nyla fixated on her phone, hoping for a particular call or message. Eventually, resigned to the silence, she turned off her device and placed it aside, drifting off to sleep without knowing. Meanwhile, the man she yearned for sat casually on a chair, seemingly indifferent to the severity of the scene before him-a man incapacitated and bloodied at his feet. . . .