Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 166

The little hedgehog huddled alone in the cold, dark pit, curling herself into a tight ball. The soft quills on her back scraped painfully against the rough stones.

At last, she understood—not every kindness is repaid in kind, and not every sacrifice is cherished.

When the little hedgehog finally managed to climb out of the pit, the squirrel came by again, asking to borrow something. But this time, when he reached out, he recoiled from the prick of her quills. Soon enough, the squirrel told all the animals in the forest, “The hedgehog has turned mean!”

Ryan’s voice was barely a whisper. “But Mom, why did the hedgehog turn bad?”

Charlotte stared into the distance, letting out a dry, brittle laugh. “She didn’t really turn bad, sweetheart. She just learned she had to keep her quills sharp if she wanted to protect herself.”

“And then what happened?” Noah’s voice trembled, his eyes already welling with tears.

Charlotte didn’t answer him. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Ryan, her voice low and serious. “Ryan, never give your tenderness or your true heart to anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Keep your defenses sharp, and no one will be able to hurt you so easily again.”

The moment she finished speaking, silence settled over the room—so still you could hear every breath.

Noah seemed to understand, but not quite; his chest ached with confusion, and fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

Darren’s fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white.

This wasn’t just a bedtime story. She was clearly using the tale to scold them—calling him and Noah heartless, like that cold-blooded squirrel.

“Charlotte.” Darren’s voice was strained. “Noah isn’t a squirrel—he’s your own son!”

Charlotte ignored him. She looked only at Ryan, speaking gently but firmly. “Ryan, do you remember my two silver needles and the electrode pads? And my laptop? Could you fetch them for me, please?”

Ryan nodded. “Okay, Mom.” He turned and slipped out of the room.

Charlotte fell silent, closing her eyes. Right now, all she cared about was waiting for Ryan to return with her things, so she could finish the last step—her own rebirth.

Once again ignored, Darren felt his chest tighten with frustration.

The air in the room grew heavier, pressing down on him. He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he stalked out, lighting cigarette after cigarette in the hallway.

But Charlotte’s words—double games—echoed in his mind, along with the memory of those three bizarre steel pins pulled from her knee...

Doubts gnawed at him, restless and unrelenting.

Finally, Darren stubbed out his cigarette and went straight to the surgeon who had operated on Charlotte’s knee. “Show me the steel pins you took out of Lottie’s knee,” he demanded.