Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 228

At Charlotte’s words, Lena shot her a wary glare.

“Charlotte, Noah just woke up after all this time. Don’t you dare play any tricks to hurt him!”

“Lena! That’s enough!” Darren cut her off sharply. He understood all too well—Charlotte genuinely wanted Noah to regain his memories. If anything, she was desperate for it, hoping that once he remembered, he’d stop clinging to her and finally leave her alone.

That knowledge gnawed at Darren, making every nerve in his body ache. Still, he forced the pain down. If Noah could remember everything, then the person who pushed him down the stairs would finally be unmasked. He had to be sure—besides Xena, were there any other hidden threats lurking close to them?

Charlotte turned to Darren, her tone brisk and commanding. “Help him sit up—prop him against the headboard. Don’t let him drift off.”

Darren didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. “Got it.”

Lena was stunned. Since when did Darren take orders from a woman so willingly? Yet, right before her eyes, he did exactly as Charlotte asked, lifting Noah up and settling him gently so his son could lean against his chest.

Charlotte unclasped the pendant Bradley had given her from around her neck and held it in front of Noah, letting the star-shaped charm sway between her fingers.

“Noah, look at the star on the pendant. Just relax. Let’s try to remember a few things together, alright?”

Noah nodded, his eyes following the gentle swing of the star, his gaze slowly turning blank and unfocused.

Charlotte’s voice softened. “Do you remember the time you and your dad and Xena celebrated Children’s Day? You said you didn’t want Charlotte the nanny to be your mom. Remember that?”

Noah’s body trembled on the hospital bed. His brow furrowed deeply.

Darren, too, went rigid.

Charlotte’s expression didn’t flicker. Forgetting isn’t a way out, she thought. Not for what you’ve done. Noah would have to face every bit of it—piece by piece—and finally take responsibility.

She pressed on. “Now, Noah. Think. Who was it that pushed you down the stairs?”

That question was the final straw. Noah’s fragile defenses shattered. He snapped his eyes open wide, pupils blown with terror, struggling for breath as if he were suffocating.

It all came flooding back—every cause, every consequence.

Charlotte drew the pendant back, her gentle mask vanishing. In its place was a cold, mocking sneer.

“So, you remember who I am now? Still want to call me ‘Mom,’ kid?”