Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 123

Lena crashed to the floor from the force of the slap.

One of her high heels flew off and landed nearby.

Clutching her stinging cheek, she stared at Charlotte in utter disbelief. “You dare hit me?!”

Charlotte, unfazed, crouched down and spoke calmly to Ryan. “It’s wrong to hit people, but if someone hits you, you should stand up for yourself. Otherwise, they’ll just keep pushing. Remember that, okay?”

She finished with a gentle, playful tap to Ryan’s nose.

Ryan couldn’t speak, but his eyes shone with admiration and agreement.

Lena’s eyes filled with angry tears. She scrambled up, ready to strike back.

But just as she lifted her hand, Charlotte’s sharp gaze froze her in place.

Lena gritted her teeth. “Well, aren’t you bold now? A few years away and you’ve grown a backbone! But don’t get smug, Charlotte. You’re nothing but a cast-off now—what’s there to be proud of?”

She unlocked her phone and played an audio recording.

Darren’s voice echoed from the speaker, defending Xena in the living room:

“I’ll say this once—Xena is a top medical school graduate. One day, I’ll put her on the world stage. She’s not here to do a maid’s chores in the kitchen!”

Every word stabbed into Charlotte’s ears like an icicle.

She’d spent years as a glorified servant in the Harrington household, her work taken for granted. But when it came to Xena, Darren couldn’t bear to see her lift a finger.

Lena’s taunts continued, her voice dripping with mockery. “Both of us married my brother, both Mrs. Harringtons—but Xena’s up in the clouds, and you, Charlotte, are mud on the ground. Even your fake death was just a pathetic sideshow nobody cared about.”

Charlotte’s eyes flicked to the bright handprint blooming on Lena’s cheek.

Her lips curled into a cool smile. “Looking at you now, I’d say you’re the real clown.”

Lena jolted, fumbling to open her phone’s front camera.

The screen showed five angry red marks across her left cheek—she stared, wide-eyed with rage.

She barely glanced at the screen before blocking the number without hesitation.

That night, after settling Ryan into bed, Charlotte sat down at her computer and pulled up the live data feed from the implant inside her body.

The night before, she’d barely escaped with her life at the hotel. The truth was, her body had suffered devastating internal injuries—only the implant had forced her back from the brink, keeping up the illusion of health.

The chip granted her extraordinary vitality, but at a terrible cost: it was burning up her cellular functions with every passing day.

She ran the calculations. Where she’d once had a month left to live, now she was down to just ten days.

Ryan, who had the same kind of implant, still had five years left on his clock.

That could only mean one thing: whoever implanted Ryan’s chip had technology far superior to hers.

She’d expected the mysterious scientist behind it to track her down by now, following the chip’s signal. But days had passed, and nothing happened. Not a ripple in the stillness.

Charlotte made up her mind. If her adversary wouldn’t show themselves, she’d take the initiative.