Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 252

That night, he stayed by Charlotte’s side, helping her maneuver her motorized wheelchair as they booked a hotel, shopped for clothes, and picked up new electronics. A handful of bodyguards shadowed them throughout, keeping a watchful, discreet perimeter.

Long after midnight, when the city had gone quiet, Charlotte sat alone in her hotel room, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face as she dug deeper into the background of the Griffith family.

The public records were straightforward: the Griffiths held an iron grip on the royal jewelry supply in Frostaheim. Their eldest daughter, Eunice Griffith, had been a prodigy—able to expertly identify gemstones by the age of five, handpicked as heir apparent by her father nearly as soon as she could walk.

But on the eve of her official succession, Eunice had vanished without a trace. The Griffiths had scoured the globe, but years of searching had yielded nothing.

Charlotte stared at the photo of Eunice on her screen: young, radiant, impeccably dressed—and bearing a face that was almost a mirror image of her own.

If anyone claimed there was no blood relation, genetics as a field might as well cease to exist.

But these were only the facts on the surface.

After cracking through a staggering 106 layers of security, Charlotte finally accessed a trove of classified files and private messages. As she read, the blood drained from her face.

Eunice hadn’t disappeared of her own will. Twenty-five years ago, she’d been kidnapped and taken to Heston, held captive for a year. In a foreign-run private hospital in Astra, she had given birth to a baby girl.

The horror didn’t end there. Still unconscious after childbirth, Eunice was wheeled into an operating theater for a heart transplant. The recipient? None other than Ms. Gladys Griffith—now the Acting Head of House Griffith.

And the newborn? The hospital delivered her straight to the Astra Orphan Asylum. Charlotte’s own admission date matched the records exactly.

Her fingers hovered, frozen above the keyboard.

Eunice was her mother.

She hadn’t been abandoned. The truth was, her mother had been murdered.

But the worst blow came when she pulled up Gladys’s medical records. Her heart had been perfectly healthy.

The so-called “transplant” had been nothing but a cover for murder—a way to tear her mother’s heart out under the pretense of medical necessity.

Before the implant, she’d never been like this. Even after, she had never radiated such lethal rage.

Did she want to kill him?

The thought of all the pain he’d caused her made his stomach twist.

Almost on instinct, he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close.

“Charlotte, you’re the best girl in the world. You’re my Shortie. If you ever really wanted me dead, just tell me, and I’ll take care of it myself. Don’t get your hands dirty.”

His voice shook, and he held her even tighter.

Charlotte could hardly breathe in his embrace. Suddenly, she snapped back to herself, shoving him away with a look of fierce suspicion.

“This is my room. Who gave you a key card?”