Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 200

As soon as Darren and Xena stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to them.

“Mr. Harrington himself, coming to pick up his little boy? He must be a truly devoted father!”

Compliments and flattery flew from every direction.

Darren barely paid attention, murmuring polite responses as his gaze swept across the crowd. That’s when he noticed Bradley pushing Charlotte’s wheelchair, moving slowly toward them.

His brow tightened with irritation.

Couldn’t she wheel herself? Did she really need Bradley to push her, just to put on a show of how close they were?

To make matters worse, he overheard a couple of hushed voices nearby:

“I heard the little Harrington boy was born to his first wife. Where is she, anyway?”

“Been off the grid for years. No trace left of her at all…”

A chill shot up Darren’s spine.

He’d been so focused on restoring Charlotte’s identity, he’d completely overlooked the fact that no one outside the family knew she was still alive.

Was his son Noah still being whispered about at school—pitied as a boy without a mother? Were people still looking at him with those eyes full of sympathy?

How could he have missed this?

Just then, the heavy doors of the preschool swung open with a bang.

Children flooded out onto the sidewalk.

Ryan, searching through the crowd, instantly spotted Charlotte and Bradley.

“Mom! Dad!” he shouted, his voice bright and clear as he darted through the crowd and flung himself into Charlotte’s open arms.

Charlotte gathered her son close, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Bradley ruffled Ryan’s hair with a smile.

Noah stiffened at the distant tone Charlotte used—the way she referred to him as “classmate,” as if he were just another boy from school. His throat tightened. He didn’t respond to Ryan’s thanks, his small frame radiating a stubborn, lonely pride.

As Charlotte wheeled Ryan away, Noah’s eyes grew red and glossy with tears. He called out, voice trembling, “Mom, why… why don’t you want me anymore?”

Charlotte’s wheelchair stopped abruptly.

Slowly, she turned to look at the little face twisted with heartbreak. But in her mind, a different face flashed before her eyes—a cruel, merciless one, also called Noah. That Noah had hated her, despised her, wished she would disappear.

Noah might have lost his memories, forgotten the hurt he’d inflicted—but she hadn’t forgotten. Pain like that didn’t vanish just because he couldn’t remember.

Scars last forever. She could never truly forget.

The setting sun cast a cold light across her face. Then she smiled, and her words, though soft, cut like a blade—severing the last fragile hope in Noah’s eyes.

“You’ve made a mistake, little one.”

“I’m not your mother. Not in this life, not in the next, or the one after that.”