Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 100

Charlotte needed a way to loosen the tightness coiled in her chest.

She agreed, “Alright.”

By noon, Centennial Park was packed with people.

She hadn’t met up with Herbert yet when a scruffy little boy ran up to her, clutching a small yellow flower he’d picked from the side of the path.

Charlotte blinked in surprise—wasn’t this the same boy she’d rescued on the river cruise not long ago?

She knelt down and asked gently, “What are you doing here all by yourself? Where’s your mom?”

The boy’s lips moved, but his eyes clouded over.

Charlotte hesitated, glancing around, but didn’t see any adult searching for him.

A chill of foreboding crept through her—a feeling she knew all too well, having been abandoned by both her birth parents and adoptive parents.

Seeing the lost, uncertain look in the boy’s eyes, she reached out to ruffle his hair, trying to comfort him. “It’s alright. Why don’t I show you the fountain?”

The boy’s eyes immediately brightened, and he managed a shy smile.

Just then, a commotion stirred at the edge of the crowd. Several bulky bodyguards parted the throng, clearing a path.

At the end of the makeshift aisle, two adults and a child strode forward.

Darren’s striking, tall figure drew a flurry of admiring looks, while Xena was dressed in a custom-made violet dress, perfectly matching the child—Noah—in his little purple suit. They looked every inch the picture-perfect family.

Noah spotted Charlotte instantly.

She was smiling, gently stroking another little boy’s head.

Noah’s brows drew together in a scowl. Hadn’t Charlotte been desperate to be his mom just yesterday? Now she was doting on someone else’s kid?

He jabbed a finger in Charlotte’s direction and demanded, fuming, “Dad, who’s that filthy brat with her?”

Darren followed his son’s finger and found Charlotte.

Memories of last night flickered through his mind—her treating him like a male model, making him pose every which way. He looked away, annoyed.

“Noah, ignore people who have nothing to do with us.”

Noah yelled, “Charlotte, let go of me!”

His outburst drew a crowd—and Darren and Xena hurried over.

The moment Charlotte released Noah, Xena swooped in, hugging her son tightly. But as she did, she pinched his wrist so hard that Noah yelped in pain, bursting into loud sobs.

Xena thrust Noah’s wrist toward Darren, her voice sharp, “Mr. Harrington, look! She hurt Noah!”

Darren’s eyes darkened as he looked down at his son’s wrist, already mottled with angry purple bruises.

He turned, about to scold Charlotte—only to see her kneeling to help the injured boy up, her voice gentle and soothing. “Does it hurt? Come on, let me take you to the hospital, okay?”

And yet, his own son was standing there, his wrist bruised, and Charlotte didn’t seem to care at all!

Darren’s expression grew thunderous.

As Charlotte and Herbert stood to leave, Darren stepped forward, blocking her path.

His tone was cutting. “Charlotte, have you forgotten who your real son is?”