Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 227

Noah lay on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, his breathing so faint it was barely perceptible.

Darren and Lena kept vigil at his bedside.

When Charlotte appeared in the doorway, Lena stood up, ready to scold her, but Darren cut her off with a single word: “Lena!”

He was terrified that any harsh word or sudden movement might send Charlotte right back out the door.

Under the weight of his gaze, Lena bit back her retort and fell silent.

Charlotte walked straight to the bed, her eyes fixed on Noah’s face.

The boy’s delicate features still mirrored hers, but seeing his familiar face only brought back memories of how cold and unfeeling he’d been when he’d hurt her before.

She closed her eyes, searching her mind—her years of medical training—to recall the right way to awaken a child from this state.

Noah, five years old, chronically deprived of a mother’s affection. Above all, he yearned for his mother’s approval.

Opening her eyes, Charlotte softened her voice to a gentleness she hadn’t used in years. She leaned over the bed and called, “Noah, sweetheart, Mommy’s here to see you.”

The moment her words fell, Darren felt a sharp ache in his chest.

He turned to look at Charlotte, stunned by that rare tenderness on her face.

Scenes from two years ago flooded his mind—back when Charlotte always spoke to Noah like this, warm and gentle.

“Noah, did you get hurt when you fell?”

“Noah, I built a new robot for you…”

“Noah, I made your favorite warm milk…”

“Noah…”

Each memory surfaced as if it were yesterday.

He almost let himself believe, for a fleeting second, that he’d never lost her—that the Charlotte who once loved him and Noah with her whole heart had come back.

His nose stung; he fought the urge to pull her into his arms.

Charlotte leaned in, coaxing, “Noah, you heard Mommy, didn’t you? Try a little harder—open your eyes and look at Mommy…”

But this time, Noah’s hand didn’t move. Even the faint movement of his chest seemed to quiet, as if he were slipping further away. Only the softest rise and fall of his breath proved he was still alive.

Charlotte’s gentle expression faded. She abruptly withdrew her hand. “If you won’t wake up, then Mommy will go.”

She reached for the wheels of her chair, making as if to turn away.

“Mom…my…”

A hoarse voice rasped from the bed.

Both Darren and Lena froze. Then Lena scrambled to the bedside, voice shaking with excitement. “Noah! You’re awake? Oh, thank God, you’re finally awake!”

Darren rushed forward too, his eyes shining with tears as he looked at his son.

Charlotte halted, slowly turning back. Noah was awake—his eyes open, weak but fixed on her. His lips trembled as he pleaded, “Mommy… don’t… don’t go…”

Charlotte forced down the chill in her eyes and, once again, let her voice turn gentle. “I won’t go, sweetheart. I know you’ve lost some memories, so while I’m here, let me help you remember. Would you like that?”