Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 265

Charlotte’s words struck the room like a thunderclap.

For a moment, the hall was plunged into stunned silence—then chaos erupted as everyone tried to process what they’d just heard.

“What… what did she just say?”

“She said Mr. Todd Griffith killed Eunice?”

“That’s impossible! Mr. Todd Griffith is Eunice’s own father!”

All eyes swung to Mr. Todd Griffith, searching his face for answers.

His eyes, rimmed with tears, flickered with an unmistakable flash of shock before being swallowed by a wave of deeper anguish.

“My child…” The old man’s voice trembled, raw with pain. “Do you even understand what you’re saying? She was my daughter! How could I ever harm her? Who’s been poisoning your mind, filling your head with these lies about your own grandfather?”

Charlotte met his gaze, cold and unblinking.

For the longest time, she too had believed Gladys was the one who murdered her mother. But after the events at the World Jade Expo—after she’d watched Gladys, stripped of all defenses, subdued effortlessly by Mr. Todd Griffith and then made to vanish without a trace—everything had fallen into place.

Gladys’s malice had always been cultivated by the old patriarch.

The sliver of power Gladys wielded so proudly was nothing more than a gift—permitted, never truly hers.

At the Expo, Gladys had never truly deceived anyone; it was the old man who’d allowed her to run amok, content to let her take the blame.

Control over the Griffith family had always rested in the iron grip of this eighty-year-old patriarch.

Now, Charlotte looked at the real puppet master before her, the bitterness in her heart giving way to a cold clarity.

“Twenty-five years ago, you made your own daughter vanish from Frostaheim. You let Gladys do your dirty work, killing her in a foreign land. And today, you came prepared to finish me off too—your granddaughter—with that poisoned needle you keep stashed up your sleeve.”

She paused, her voice slicing through the air like ice. “Tell me, old man—at eighty, with one foot in the grave, don’t you ever fear what’s waiting for you on the other side? Don’t you worry hell might be too lenient for what you’ve done?”

The room seemed to grow colder with her words. Instinctively, everyone’s eyes darted to Mr. Todd Griffith’s sleeve.

His face remained the picture of heartbreak and disbelief.

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