Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 7

“Just look at what you've done! You’ve dragged the Harrington family name through the mud! How is Charlotte supposed to show her face in public after this?”

Nathan’s voice thundered through the room as he struggled to catch his breath, chest heaving with anger.

Darren’s head snapped to the side from Nathan’s slap, a bitter, self-mocking smile curling at his lips. “Grandpa, I just wanted you to see for yourself what kind of woman you forced on me three years ago.”

“I know exactly what sort of person Charlotte is. My eyes might be old, but they’re not blind yet! You, on the other hand, seem to have lost your way before you’ve even turned thirty. Can you honestly say you deserve everything Charlotte’s done for you these past three years? Well? Can you?”

Mr. Nathan Harrington was nearly gasping for air as his tirade ended.

Charlotte hurried over, steadying Nathan and guiding him back onto the sofa. “Grandpa, please, I’m fine. There’s no need to get upset—it’s not worth risking your health.”

Nathan looked at her, his expression softening into a deep, weary sigh. “Charlotte, it’s us—the Harrington family—who have wronged you. I never imagined my own grandson would treat you like this. But don’t worry. I promise you, I’ll make this right.”

“Grandpa, maybe you shouldn’t rush to take her side just yet.” Darren’s tone was sharp as he cut in. “She’s here today because she’s got something important to tell you.”

Darren’s gaze locked on Charlotte, the intent clear in his eyes—he was pushing her to say it, to ask for a divorce.

Charlotte felt the pressure and her throat tightened as she tried to speak. “Grandpa, I…”

Before she could finish, the family doctor stepped forward. “Sir, ma’am, it’s time for Mr. Harrington’s weekly checkup.”

Given Nathan’s fragile health, these checkups had become routine.

Charlotte swallowed her words and rose from the sofa, standing beside Darren as the doctor began attaching monitors to Nathan.

While the doctor worked, Darren leaned in and whispered with a sneer, “Planning to worm your way out of this? Don’t bother. I have all day. I’ll wait until you’ve said what you need to say.”

His voice was cool, confident—he was impatient to bring his “songbird” home.

Charlotte’s chest burned with resentment she couldn’t voice.

Charlotte kept her head bowed, fingers twisted tightly in her sleeve. Her throat was raw, and when she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. “I just… Grandpa, your birthday’s coming soon, and I wanted to ask if there’s anything special you’d like as a gift.”

The words had barely left her mouth before she felt Darren’s icy glare burning into her from across the room.

She knew he was furious, but with Nathan’s health in mind, she decided to hold off—just for a couple more days.

Nathan smiled, gentle and fond. “I knew you’d remember. You’re such a thoughtful girl. All I want is for you two to be happy. That’s the best gift I could ask for.”

Darren’s voice cut through the moment, cold and mocking. “Happy? That’s rich. Some people sure do know how to play both sides.”

His words were sharp as knives, and Charlotte felt every one of them.

But before Darren could say more, Nathan’s dragon-handled cane came down hard, striking Darren on the thigh.