Fabricated lies.

"If by equally you mean to say to give you a chance in love, then you are mistaken again, Delyth," Ryan said, his tone firm, leaving no room for ambiguity. "To me, you have always been and will always be Zeke's sister. Once your surgery is done and you recover, I will help you settle in Europe." 

His tone carried a finality that Delyth knew she couldn't challenge —not unless she succeeded in proving Arwen to be at fault. Hence, she smiled, keeping a bittersweet smile on her lips.

"Don't worry, Ryan. I won't refuse your decision. If that's what you want, I will happily distance myself from you and go and settle in Europe. Not because I have stopped loving you but because I have understood my love is not enough to keep you with me." 

Ryan nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He would have ensured sending Delyth by every means possible, but her compliance made the task considerably easier.