Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 91

“She was the one who made me pose as a carpenter to sneak into the preschool. Then I waited for the chance to lure the young master into the bushes, strapped a bomb to him, and pushed him into the ventilation shaft!”

“She wired me a hundred thousand dollars as a reward. Told me that if I didn’t do as she said, she’d report me for blackmail and have me thrown in prison!”

As the so-called carpenter finished, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Every gaze in the room turned, sharp and unblinking, to Charlotte.

Xena stared in horror, her disbelief plain as she stammered, “It was you? You deliberately lured Mr. Harrington away, just to give your accomplice a chance to go after Noah… I never thought you could be so ruthless…”

The room fell deathly silent.

Darren’s fingers tightened on the armrest of the sofa until his knuckles turned white, his chest heaving beneath his robe.

His eyes, cold and bottomless, locked onto Charlotte.

After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and steady: “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

The pressure in the room was suffocating.

No one dared to breathe.

Charlotte stood where she was, dressed in the clothes Darren had sent for her, her long hair falling loose, the grime washed from her face to reveal a delicate beauty.

But her expression was ice.

Faced with the sudden accusation, with Darren’s gaze cutting through her like a blade—

She let out a short, scornful laugh.

Darren’s frown deepened.

Suddenly, Charlotte turned to the carpenter and asked, her voice calm and clear, “You say I sent you a hundred thousand dollars? All right, then tell us—what day, what time did I send you the money?”

The carpenter blinked, caught off guard. “How should I remember something like that?”

That was the day she’d collapsed in the storm, unconscious from noon until dusk, only waking up when Herbert arrived to give her an injection.

Charlotte didn’t wait for him to answer. She turned back to the carpenter, cutting him off with cold precision. “At that time, I was passed out on my bed, barely clinging to life. How could I have sent you any money, let alone met with you? Did it happen in your dreams?”

The carpenter’s eyes went wide, words failing him for a moment before he clung to his story: “I—I don’t know, maybe you had someone else send it. But I definitely got the money from you, and I met you that day! I couldn’t be mistaken!”

The holes in his story were obvious, and Darren’s patience ran out.

“Cut his tongue out.”

The command was ice cold. Two bodyguards stepped forward, pinning the carpenter in place.

He began to beg in panic, “Mr. Harrington, I’m telling the truth, I swear—!”

But just then, a clear child’s voice rang out. “Dad! He’s not lying! I believe him!”

Darren’s frown deepened. “Noah, don’t talk nonsense about things you don’t understand.”