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

Chapter 85: Amid the chaos of her thoughts, Nyla barely registered the doctor's words. "The patient reached out to us herself. She's been battling a blood disorder for years. It's left her extremely weak, and undergoing surgery might be too much for her. Her health has been declining, and had we managed her medication sooner, it might have helped. For now, all we can do is try to stabilize her." Flashes of Claudine, looking pallid on the sofa, haunted Nyla. She had mistaken it for a simple cold, oblivious to the severity of the underlying issue. How could she have overlooked it?

Consumed by regret, Nyla felt her heart sink. Bonnie, witnessing Nyla's distress, shared in her sorrow and turned to the doctor. "Is there any alternative treatment available? We'll cover whatever costs." The doctor paused before responding. "While there's no cure, a treatment in Gerchland could help manage her symptoms. It might extend her life by up to five years, but the cost is substantial-over ten million dollars." For Nyla, the price was staggering.

Biting her lip, she asked, "Does this mean she needs to go abroad for treatment?" "Indeed, the treatment requires specialized equipment not available here. It's a significant decision, and securing an appointment with the team won't be easy. You might want to keep her on the current regimen for the time being." After the doctor departed, Nyla found herself sitting alone in the hallway, her head bowed as tears streamed down her face. Clasping her hands tightly, she attempted to gather herself. Then, a resolution formed in her mind.

Drying her eyes, she stood and addressed Bonnie, saying, "Please look after Claudine for a bit. I need to take care of something urgent." As she strode away, Bonnie seemed to grasp the gravity of Nyla's decision and called after her, "Nyla, think this through..." But Nyla was already out of earshot, her determination clear in her swift departure. Find your next adventure at gα ℓη σ ν ℓs․com Nyla clutched her phone, her eyes still red and puffy from crying, though her expression remained calm. Only the faint tremble in her hands betrayed her fragile composure.

The ringtone droned on endlessly, unanswered. Growing agitated, she muttered under her breath, "Damn it." She redialed the number, trying five times before Vicki finally picked up. "I need twenty million," Nyla said, her voice steady. There was a long pause on the other end, followed by an explosive response. "Nyla, are you insane? Twenty million? What the hell are you into-something illegal?" Vicki's outburst was so loud that several heads turned in her posh spa session. Her face mask began to slip as she bolted upright, startling the attendant.

With a hurried apology to her spa companions, Vicki stepped out of the room, still clutching the phone. "I mean, really, what are you thinking?" "How much can you give me?" Nyla's tone softened, tinged with desperation. "I can't spare a dime right now," Vicki snapped, wiping off the remnants of the mask. "Do you have any idea what it's like living with the Brooks family? I don't have that kind of cash lying around. And why do you even need so much?" . . .