Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 30

Herbert was usually the picture of composure, but even he frowned at the scene before him. “Mr. Harrington, I know you want to protect your child, but you can’t just ignore the fact that he bit Charlotte!”

Darren only offered a cool, dismissive smile. “Oh? Bit her, did he?”

He cast a careless glance at Charlotte, his tone almost light. “Tell me, did my son bite you? If he really did, I’ll have him sent to reform school to learn some discipline.”

Reform school?

Those places were notorious for stories of children being abused—sometimes fatally.

Charlotte pressed her bloodied hand tightly against her palm, staring at Noah.

The boy glared back, cheeks puffed in anger. His large hazel eyes—so much like hers—were brimming with a resentment he couldn’t put into words.

Born, but never raised by her. Maybe that was the price she had to pay.

A bitter smile flickered at the corner of Charlotte’s lips. “Let’s just leave it, Mr. Nelson,” she said softly. “We should go.”

Herbert, hearing the resignation in her voice, could only sigh. “Come on. Let’s get you home. I’ll patch you up.”

With that, the two of them left the viewing platform.

Darren’s gaze lingered on Charlotte’s retreating figure as she disappeared into the crowd. Herbert’s words echoed in his ears.

Home with her? Tending her wounds?

His expression darkened, eyes growing cold and unreadable.

Just then, Xena’s tearful voice broke through. “Mr. Harrington, I’m hurt…”

Darren turned around. A large bruise was already forming on Xena’s knee.

He’d been so focused on shielding Charlotte and Noah that he’d completely forgotten about Xena.

Herbert lowered his voice, pleading. “I really think we should find another volunteer. You’re the lead scientist behind this chip—if you’re on the operating table, we lose our backbone. The odds are just too low.”

Charlotte looked at him with quiet intensity. “The computer only considers the surgery itself, but I have to think about what comes after. If the trial works and the volunteer escapes with the chip, would we ever get it back?”

Herbert’s eyes widened. “No way. This superchip is too powerful. If it’s implanted successfully, the recipient’s cognitive abilities could increase a hundredfold!”

Charlotte smiled faintly. “That’s why I can’t trust a stranger with the chip.”

“But what if something goes wrong?”

“Then I’ll die. It’s not such a big deal.” Her voice was steady. “If I don’t make it, just dissect my brain for further research.”

Herbert heard the steel in her voice, and his eyes grew wet, his voice hoarse. “Charlotte, isn’t there anyone in this world you’d want to stay alive for?”

The answer—“No one”—was on the tip of her tongue, but before she could say it, her phone rang. On the screen: [Darren].