Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 285

A heavy tension hung in the air of Lena’s lavish Avalor estate.

When Noah turned six, Darren had suggested bringing him back home, but Lena refused. She claimed she loved Noah too much to let him go, insisting she couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering in a new country.

A year later, when Noah was seven, Darren asked again. Lena still refused. She had raised Noah as her own for two years—how could Darren just show up and take him away as if she didn’t matter?

But by the time Noah turned eight, he was no longer the sweet, obedient child he used to be. The rebellion had begun.

He stomped around the house in a studded leather jacket, a silver earring glinting in his ear, chin raised defiantly as he faced off with Lena.

“I told you, I’m not going to some stupid summer camp for spoiled brats!”

He kicked at the expensive sofa, voice sharp with anger.

Lena’s chest heaved in frustration. “Noah! Is that any way to speak? I want you to go to camp to help you make the right connections!”

“If you want to go, go yourself! I don’t care about your precious networking!”

Noah spun around and stormed upstairs.

In his room, he pulled out his phone. There it was: Ryan, a kid his age, had already started a band and won a major competition.

He scrolled further. Charlotte had flown all the way from Heston just to be there for Ryan, wiping the sweat from his brow after the show.

Noah wanted that kind of recognition from Charlotte too.

He remembered how, when Ryan used to draw, he’d follow along, and Charlotte would beam as she accepted his artwork.

Now Ryan was learning music, and Noah wanted to join in. But Lena wouldn’t let him play rock, wouldn’t let him join a band. The more she pushed, the more Noah pushed back. He began to believe Lena didn’t care about him at all.

It was only then that Lena realized how hard raising a child could be.

She’d always said she’d never marry or have kids, but she’d taken Noah in and loved him like her own. Yet as he grew, he was no longer the soft, sweet little boy she’d adored. Suddenly, she felt utterly exhausted by motherhood.

She dialed Darren. “Your son is your responsibility now. I’m done.”

A few days later, Darren showed up outside Noah’s bedroom, travel-worn and stern.

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