The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 110

Laura had been looking for Franco too, and caught Petty in the act of kicking his cane away. Without thinking, she signaled the nanny to wheel her over.

She picked up the cane and shot Petty a sharp look. “Petty, that’s really out of line. Franco hurt his leg saving you. Instead of being grateful, you kick away his cane?”

Petty rolled her eyes, still fuming. “Is Franco mute now?”

Laura’s expression turned cold. “Excuse me?”

“I kicked his cane and he didn’t say a word. Yet you rush over to defend him. I thought maybe he’d lost his voice.”

Laura paused, realizing what she’d done. Her eyes turned a little red as she looked at Franco. “I’m sorry, Franco. I just… I hate seeing Petty pick on you like this.”

Franco took his cane from her, his voice calm but hard to read. “She’s just spoiled.”

“What’s going on?” Harris and Galen had walked over, curiosity written all over their faces.

Now that all the heirs from the big families were grouped together, the other guests couldn’t help but pay attention. People started murmuring, whispering about Franco and Petty.

Laura knit her brows and tried to move things along. “The auction’s about to start. Let’s head over.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Petty watched them gathering together and let out a cold laugh. She grabbed Owen’s arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The auction was in another building. The Eminence was a classical Chinese garden. In winter, everything looked a little bare, but snow had fallen the night before. Under the lights, the snow turned the courtyard into something out of a dream.

A staff member led Petty and Owen from the banquet hall to the auction room. When Petty walked in, she caught Eaton looking over. She gave him a nod, then took her seat with Owen. Nanette sat down on Petty’s other side, glancing briefly at Eaton before turning away.

As the head of the White family, Franco sat up front. Laura was next to him, with Galen and Harris beside her. The seating was arranged just so. Franco was right in front of Petty, Laura in front of Owen. There was a table between the rows, and the seats were staggered so no one’s view was blocked, but they were close enough to hear every word.

That was…

That was the gift she’d begged Franco for after she got into grad school. He’d played it off, saying it was just some random brooch, but she had treasured it more than anything.

She was wearing it on the day of his accident.

The crash had happened near her university. By the time she got there, Laura had already been rescued. Franco was still trapped, unconscious. Petty didn’t even think. She threw herself at the wreck, crawling into the car no matter how dangerous it was.

Afterwards, she realized the brooch was gone.

Somehow, she’d always believed she traded it for Franco’s safety. Even if it hurt, she felt it was worth it. Nothing mattered more than Franco being alive.

But now, here it was again, right in front of her.