Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 59

Xena had barely pressed down the oxygen tube when a shrill alarm suddenly shattered the silence.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The piercing sound cut through the quiet like a knife.

Doctors rushed to the bedside. Xena, annoyed, stepped back, but a flash of malice flickered in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Herbert, desperate to keep Darren off guard, blurted out a fabricated story:

“Lottie was attacked by wolves years ago while working in wildlife management. Her organs were severely damaged—she’s been relying on specialized medication ever since. Those high-dose painkillers? They’re custom-made for her.”

He’d actually included a stint in wildlife management on Charlotte’s fake resume. Darren eyed Herbert, clearly not convinced.

Just then, the butler burst in. “Mr. Harrington! Lottie’s condition suddenly worsened. The monitors are going off!”

At the news, Herbert lunged toward the house, but Darren’s bodyguard held him back with an iron grip.

A thin, satisfied smile curled Darren’s lips.

That alarm—he’d arranged it in advance. What he wanted was for Herbert to lose control.

Darren’s voice was almost casual. “Your girlfriend’s running out of time. Want to save her? Here’s your chance.”

“What do you want?” Herbert snapped, eyes blazing.

Their gazes locked, tension crackling in the air like a lit fuse.

A moment later, a document was thrust into Herbert’s hands.

He glanced at the contents—and his breath caught. “You want to buy out Astra R&D Center?”

Darren’s tone was cool and measured. “The Harrington family has the resources. Your research center has the brains. It’s a win-win, Mr. Nelson. You won’t lose out.”

“Of course, you’re free to walk away right now. Just turn around and leave.”

Herbert’s grip tightened on the contract. Charlotte’s life was on the line—he had no choice.

For a moment, she was disoriented, her vision blurry. Then the sterile gleam of medical equipment came into focus, followed by a fleeting look of panic on Darren’s face—so quick he probably didn’t even notice it himself.

Finally, her eyes found Herbert, standing at her bedside, his face etched with worry.

“Xi—”

Herbert caught himself, quickly changing his words. He squeezed her cold hand, his voice trembling with relief. “Lottie.”

Charlotte’s throat tightened. Before she could speak, Darren’s icy voice cut in. “Mr. Nelson, now that Lottie’s stable, you can leave.”

Herbert turned to Darren. “Her condition’s still unstable. I’m resigning for her.”

“Resigning, are you? Fine.” Darren lazily pulled a cigarette from his case, glanced over at the pale woman in the bed, and hesitated.

His eyes darkened.

With a flash of irritation, he crushed the unlit cigarette under his heel.