Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 271

Hearing those words, Charlotte’s first instinct was to reach for her acupuncture needles—to seal his pressure points, to do something, anything.

But this was Avalor, and she hadn’t brought her medical kit.

“Get him to the hospital. Now.”

Her voice trembled, betraying more emotion than she intended.

Charlotte was no stranger to life and death; she’d long since learned to keep her feelings in check. Yet seeing the utter stillness in Darren’s face, she couldn’t help the flicker of turmoil in her eyes.

The fight to save his life lasted eighteen hours.

Xena’s attack had been pure vengeance—a suicide mission. She’d used the deadliest, most concentrated poison, something equal to ten bites from the world’s most venomous cobra.

When Charlotte finally entered the hospital room, she found Darren propped up in bed, his laptop balanced on his knees, calmly answering emails as if nothing had happened.

Aside from a pale complexion, he looked almost perfectly fine.

He glanced up when she appeared in the doorway, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Couldn’t stay away, could you, Charlotte?”

Her voice was back to its usual calm, businesslike tone. “I’m just here to tell you that the Heston research trial is about to start. I need to get back.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Of course. I know you, Charlotte. All tough talk, but a soft heart underneath. You can’t help worrying about me.”

Charlotte frowned, ready to snap back, but let it go.

She’d already spoken with the doctors. Darren’s life had been saved, for now—the poison flushed from his system. But the damage to his heart was irreversible.

He had ten days left. No more.

What baffled her was his refusal to undergo an artificial heart transplant in Frostaheim.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you turning down the transplant?”

Darren’s reply was almost casual. “Your new generation artificial heart is about to be outfitted with the latest materials. Once testing is successful, it’ll move to clinical trials. I’ll be your volunteer.”

Charlotte’s frown deepened.

“It’ll take two days to integrate the new material, then another two for testing, and five more to prep for the clinical trial. You have ten days left, Darren. There’s no margin for error.”

“If you went for the transplant now, you’d get at least five more years—plenty of time to find a compatible donor. You could go on living like anyone else. Why are you deliberately choosing the most dangerous path? It’s reckless.”

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