Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 158

“For my wife, this is pocket change.”

Bradley’s tone was calm and unruffled, as if the cost barely registered.

Darren let out a cold, dry laugh. “Mr. Fairchild, I’ll have to decline this partnership.”

He stood, smoothing down his suit jacket, gazing down at Bradley’s tense, furrowed expression from above.

His voice dropped to a steely murmur. “I’m actually quite curious to see how Fairchild Corp. plans to shut Harrington Group out of the overseas market.”

“Mr. Harrington,” Bradley arched a brow, studying him, “if this is just a personal grudge, you could start by letting my wife out of prison. The rest—we can settle later.”

Darren gave a dismissive snort. “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Fairchild. I’m simply following the law. And even if there were no personal grievances, that woman belongs behind bars. She should have some time to reflect on her actions.”

With those words, Darren strode out of the tearoom without another glance.

He slid into his car, but for a moment, he had no idea where he even wanted to go.

He told the driver to take him to Harrington Group headquarters. Yet the moment he stepped into his office—his seat barely warm—he felt an unbearable restlessness creep over him.

So he ordered the driver to turn back and head to the estate. Standing by his son’s little bed, he watched the boy sleep, traces of dried tears still streaking his cheeks. The sight only made the agitation in Darren’s chest worse.

He drove to the daycare, peering through the window at Ryan, who sat worrying in the playroom.

And in the end, his car rolled to a stop outside the gates of the county jail.

“Inmate 886, you’ve got a visitor! Get up!”

The prison guard’s voice echoed down the corridor, edged with impatience.

Inside the cell, Charlotte lay motionless on the cold, hard ground.

A woman nearby put on a bright, mocking smile as soon as she saw the guard. “Officer, she’s always like this. We try talking to her, but she just ignores us. Thinks she’s above it all.”

The guard frowned but didn’t press further, turning to leave.

Soon after, Darren received a message in the visitation room. “Apologies, Mr. Harrington. Inmate 886 refuses to see you.”

“886!”

He approached Charlotte, but his steps faltered.

He spotted her ankle, exposed and mottled with a fresh, ugly purple bruise—clearly a new injury.

He reached out and touched her forehead. It was burning hot.

At once, the guard grabbed his radio. “Medical team, come in! We have an emergency with inmate 886!”

Meanwhile, Darren paced the visitation room in agitation, barely noticing his cigarette burning down to his fingertips.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed outside, and a staff member burst in, breathless.

“Mr. Harrington, inmate 886 has multiple fractures and a dangerously high fever. She’s being rushed to the Army Medical Center. She can’t receive any visitors right now!”

The cigarette slipped from Darren’s fingers and hit the floor with a sharp hiss.