Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 76

Xena hesitated, her voice wavering. “But Mr. Harrington, Noah wants to stay and see Lottie’s face—he won’t be able to relax until he knows she’s really okay.”

Noah chimed in right away. “Yeah, Dad, I need to see that—stupid—bodyguard’s face for myself.”

Darren’s brow twitched in irritation.

Mr. Nathan Harrington pressed the issue, his tone insistent. “Darren, I’m not leaving until you bring out that female bodyguard I mistook for Charlotte at the old house. I need to see her with my own eyes.”

Darren’s frustration was clear as he pinched the bridge of his nose, but in the end, he didn’t argue. He turned to the housekeeper. “Bring Lottie out.”

Hearing this, Charlotte retreated to her bedroom.

When the door opened, she hurriedly slipped on her clothes, but the fresh bandages still wrapped her face and neck.

She stepped out into the living room.

Mr. Nathan Harrington rose from the sofa, staring at the bandages in disbelief. “Good heavens, what happened to you in just a few days?”

Before Charlotte could answer, Darren interjected, his voice casual and dismissive. “Noah accidentally knocked over a pot of boiling water. It splashed on her face, but I’ve already arranged for the doctor to treat her.”

Charlotte caught the way he tried to gloss over the truth, leaving her cold inside. “Mr. Harrington’s right. The young master’s just over three feet tall—hard to imagine him ‘accidentally’ splashing my face. Guess I should blame my own height.”

Darren’s expression darkened.

Mr. Nathan Harrington picked up on the tension and fixed Noah with a serious look. “Noah, was it really an accident? Tell your great-grandfather the truth.”

“I…” Noah’s eyes darted to Xena, looking for help.

In that moment, Mr. Nathan Harrington understood exactly who was behind the trouble. His grip tightened on his cane.

Again, Darren tried to smooth things over. “Grandfather, I’ve already spoken to Noah. There’s no need to dwell on it. Besides, I’ll see to it that Lottie’s face heals. The bandages come off soon.”

He glanced at Charlotte. “You’ll get to see her real face. Maybe then you’ll finally let this go.”

“Do a good job. If you heal her, I’ll see you rewarded. But if you fail—there will be consequences.”

Mr. Wood swallowed hard, his hand trembling slightly as he clutched the last vial of medicine. “Y-yes, Mr. Harrington. Of course.” He turned to Charlotte. “Ms. Lee, let’s go wash your face.”

Charlotte dipped her head in silent agreement. As she left, she cast a lingering glance at the old man’s stooped frame, her eyes clouded with worry.

She followed Mr. Wood into the washroom at the back of the hall.

Five minutes later, Mr. Wood returned with a steaming bowl of medicine and set it before Charlotte. “Drink this first. I’ll take off your bandages after.”

Charlotte lifted the bowl to her lips, pausing to inhale the vapor, searching for any trace of the expected ingredients.

She detected none.

Her voice was icy. “Mr. Wood, did you forget to add something?”