Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 285

A heavy tension hung in the air of Lena’s lavish Avalor estate.

When Noah turned six, Darren had suggested bringing him back home, but Lena refused. She claimed she loved Noah too much to let him go, insisting she couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering in a new country.

A year later, when Noah was seven, Darren asked again. Lena still refused. She had raised Noah as her own for two years—how could Darren just show up and take him away as if she didn’t matter?

But by the time Noah turned eight, he was no longer the sweet, obedient child he used to be. The rebellion had begun.

He stomped around the house in a studded leather jacket, a silver earring glinting in his ear, chin raised defiantly as he faced off with Lena.

“I told you, I’m not going to some stupid summer camp for spoiled brats!”

He kicked at the expensive sofa, voice sharp with anger.

Lena’s chest heaved in frustration. “Noah! Is that any way to speak? I want you to go to camp to help you make the right connections!”

“If you want to go, go yourself! I don’t care about your precious networking!”

Noah spun around and stormed upstairs.

In his room, he pulled out his phone. There it was: Ryan, a kid his age, had already started a band and won a major competition.

He scrolled further. Charlotte had flown all the way from Heston just to be there for Ryan, wiping the sweat from his brow after the show.

Noah wanted that kind of recognition from Charlotte too.

He remembered how, when Ryan used to draw, he’d follow along, and Charlotte would beam as she accepted his artwork.

Now Ryan was learning music, and Noah wanted to join in. But Lena wouldn’t let him play rock, wouldn’t let him join a band. The more she pushed, the more Noah pushed back. He began to believe Lena didn’t care about him at all.

It was only then that Lena realized how hard raising a child could be.

She’d always said she’d never marry or have kids, but she’d taken Noah in and loved him like her own. Yet as he grew, he was no longer the soft, sweet little boy she’d adored. Suddenly, she felt utterly exhausted by motherhood.

She dialed Darren. “Your son is your responsibility now. I’m done.”

A few days later, Darren showed up outside Noah’s bedroom, travel-worn and stern.

He paused, voice hardening. “But now you’re unhappy, nothing’s ever enough. You’re not a toddler anymore. If you want something, you have to fight for it, you have to be clear about what you want! Don’t expect Lena or me to make your decisions for you. If you’re unhappy, don’t blame us—that’s just running away from your own responsibility.”

Noah’s eyes grew red, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

A moment later, Lena appeared in the doorway.

Her voice was sharp and commanding. “Noah, you have two choices.”

“One, you stay in Avalor, follow my rules, and go to summer camp.”

“Two—”

But before she could finish, Noah cut her off, voice fierce and unwavering. “I’ll go back to Heston!”

Lena lifted her chin, her tone icy. “Think carefully. Even if you go back, your father will still be in charge, and he’s even busier with work than I am—he won’t have time for you! And as for your irresponsible mother, she’ll never care for you.”

“Lena!” Noah shot to his feet, bristling like an angry young lion. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, but I won’t let anyone say another bad word about my mom!”