Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 104

Her frantic slaps only made things worse, pushing the candy deeper down the boy’s throat. His face was turning a frightening shade of purple right before their eyes.

“Let me handle this!” Charlotte strode over and took the boy into her arms. The implant in her mind kicked in, flooding her with everything she needed to know about emergency airway obstruction.

She positioned herself behind the boy and performed the Heimlich maneuver with precise force.

With a wet gasp, the candy shot out of his mouth, and almost instantly, the purplish hue faded from his cheeks. He drew a shaky, desperate breath.

Charlotte bent down to check on the boy and, in that moment, recognized him. He was the same little boy who’d watched the fountain show with her just days before. Her expression froze.

She glanced at his mother, expecting relief or gratitude. Instead, the woman looked more stunned than anything, her thank you stiff and awkward. “Thank you. That’s the third time you’ve saved my son.”

Charlotte looked down at the boy, alive and breathing, but couldn’t muster any joy. The pieces were falling into place. Last time, the mother had “accidentally” lost him. Now, he’d nearly choked—on her watch again.

What kind of trouble drove a mother to wish her own child would simply disappear?

As the mother reached for her son, the boy suddenly clung to Charlotte’s hand. His eyes pleaded with her, desperate and silent. Charlotte’s heart twisted.

She hesitated, then spoke to the woman. “If you don’t want him, let me take him.”

Three times she’d saved this boy. If fate insisted on crossing their paths, maybe it was up to her to make sure he was safe in the short time she had left.

The woman let out a brittle laugh. “Ma’am, what are you talking about?”

Charlotte didn’t bother with riddles. “I have a son who wants nothing to do with me. Maybe God’s giving me another chance, sending me another child.”

She pressed a bank card into the woman’s hand. “The code is six nines. There’s fifty thousand dollars in there. Tomorrow, we’ll make the guardianship official. The money’s yours.”

The woman barely spared her son a glance before snatching the card. She forced a smile. “It’s not that I don’t want him. He hasn’t spoken since he was born. Who would want a kid like that...”

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