Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 103

“Just delete his number like that?”

A glint of something sharp flickered in Darren’s eyes.

So eager to cut ties. Clearly, last night’s little stunt with the male model was just her knee-jerk reaction to that wedding invitation. Three thousand wishes, twelve years of love—who could just stop caring, just like that?

He let out a short, cold laugh. “Charlotte, keep pretending you don’t care. Let’s see how long you can keep up the act.”

Suddenly, Xena’s anxious voice came from outside the study. “Mr. Harrington! Noah’s been kneeling in the hallway for three hours. He still won’t get up…”

Darren stood up, left the study, and entered the living room.

Sure enough, Noah was still there, kneeling on the hardwood floor.

Darren’s gaze darkened as he approached, his voice cold and sharp. “Why are you still down there? Trying to break your own leg?”

Noah glanced sideways at Xena, then mumbled, “Let it break. Not like anyone cares.”

No one cares?

Darren felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

Xena dabbed her tears, voice trembling. “Mr. Harrington, Ms. Lawson just ignored Noah’s injury right in front of him today. She acted like it meant nothing. For a child, that’s… that’s devastating.”

Darren’s fist clenched at her words.

He could tolerate Charlotte pretending not to care about him—fine. But Noah was still a child, too young to tell real from fake. This, he decided, he couldn’t let slide. Charlotte had to apologize.

—

The next day, in a stylish uptown café.

Charlotte wore a crisp new dress, her hair and makeup immaculate, sitting across from Darren.

“What is it?” she got straight to the point.

Darren tossed a medical report onto the table between them, voice icy. “Noah’s been diagnosed with depression.”

Charlotte barely glanced at the paperwork, her eyes locking on the upper right corner. The numbers there didn’t match any medical association’s standard format. He was trying to fool her with a fake diagnosis?

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