Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 167

Inside the Harrington family’s estate, the housekeeper burst into Xena’s bedroom in a flurry of nerves.

She found Xena twirling before her dressing mirror, admiring the way her new dress fit. The housekeeper’s voice shook with urgency. “Why are you still fussing with your clothes?”

Xena spun around, gathering the skirt in her hands and making a show of it. “This is a custom designer piece. It cost over two hundred thousand dollars—don’t you think it suits me perfectly?”

The dress was dazzling, no doubt, but the housekeeper had no mind to appreciate it.

She stepped forward, gripping Xena’s arm tightly. “The soup I told you to bring him last night—he didn’t touch it. And before sunrise today, he took both kids and left for the hospital to see Charlotte. Don’t you get it?”

Xena shrugged her hand off, smoothing her bangs in the mirror, utterly unfazed.

She said lazily, “Charlotte’s bones are shattered. In her condition, she can’t even handle the basics of married life. How long do you think Darren will stay loyal to someone paralyzed in a hospital bed? I am, and always will be, the only real candidate for Mrs. Harrington.”

The housekeeper’s anxiety spiked. “If he really wanted you as Mrs. Harrington, he wouldn’t have made you choose between those three things! Listen to me—take the cash and leave now. Go abroad. Even if he finds out someday—”

“He won’t find out.” Xena cut her off, a smug smile curling her lips. “Do you really think I could fake identity records and tamper with paternity tests all by myself? Clearly, someone else doesn’t want Darren to find his Shortie and has been helping me from the shadows. I’m just going along for the ride.”

“Xena, you have to be careful! People like you are just pawns—useful until the moment you’re not, and then they’ll toss you aside without a thought!”

Before the words had even faded, a car engine sounded outside the house.

Xena’s eyes lit up. “Darren’s back!”

She rushed into the living room, only to find Noah standing in the entryway. He didn’t so much as glance at her, his voice flat and dejected. “Ms. Lancaster, Dad said you have to read me a story.”

Ever since his accident, Noah had only called her “Ms. Lancaster.”

Xena seethed inwardly—going from “Mommy” to “Ms. Lancaster” felt like a slap in the face. But she forced a smile, crouching down to his level. “Of course, I’ll tell you a story. But for every story I tell, you have to call me ‘Mommy.’ Deal?”

Noah’s brow furrowed. “I don’t want a story from you anymore.”

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