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

Chapter 86: Nyla exhaled sharply, forcing herself to stay composed. Picking a fight with Vicki wouldn't help. "Claudine's in the hospital. She needs urgent treatment. Ten million at the very least. Don't tell me you can't spare anything. Ryland gives you hundreds of thousands every month-I know you're not strapped for cash." "Why's she in the hospital again?" Vicki groaned, clearly more annoyed than concerned. "How much can you manage?" Nyla pressed, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. In the back of her mind, she was already calculating.

From her deals with Crestwave and Skycloud, she could cobble together about three million after expenses. It wasn't nearly enough. Vicki hesitated before answering, her reluctance palpable. "Two million. That's all I can do." "Fine." Nyla didn't waste time with pleasantries. She hung up and immediately dialed another number, her calm demeanor unwavering. "Austen," she began, "do you know anything about a Gerchland medical team abroad called Biocura?" Austen paused for a moment. "Yes, I've heard of them. They're affiliated with the Brooks family-well-regarded in their field.

Why do you ask?" The mention of the Brooks family made Nyla freeze. Her stubborn resolve faltered, and she let out a bitter laugh. "Nothing. Just curious. Thanks, Austen." Ending the call, she leaned back against the wall, tilting her head as if searching for answers in the ceiling tiles. The weight of helplessness pressed down on her, but there was no time to wallow. Claudine was still lying in that hospital bed. She took a deep breath, pushed herself off the wall, and stepped outside to hail a taxi. At Crestwave Group, Nyla stood before Ethan.

Her pride felt like a distant memory-a luxury she could no longer afford. gⱯlnσνs․com is where magic happens She braced herself. Even if Ethan humiliated her, she would endure it. As long as he helped. "Please," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "Help me. Just this once." Ethan leaned back in his chair, spinning a sleek black pen between his fingers. "Nyla," he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. "Why should I help you? What's this? Murray and Johnny turned you down, so now you're crawling back to me?

I thought you were done with that." His words stung, but Nyla swallowed the pain, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. "If you help me this time, I'll do whatever you want. Name it." He raised an eyebrow, his voice cold and cutting. "Would you serve others if I asked?" Nyla's head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. They locked gazes, the tension in the room thick enough to choke. Finally, she lowered her head, her teeth grinding together. "If that's what you want... I'll do it." A soft thud echoed as the pen fell onto the desk.

Ethan's gaze locked onto the woman before him, an inexplicable anger surging in his chest. She was willing to agree to anything-anyone-even if it wasn't what she truly wanted? . . .