The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 156

Franco walked up to Laura’s wheelchair, giving the nanny a look to help open her coat. Blood had already seeped through her white cashmere sweater, soaking it with a dark red stain. The wound was still bleeding steadily.

The bullet had struck the place where her left shoulder met her collarbone. It wasn’t going to kill her, but she was definitely losing a lot of blood.

Franco’s eyes clouded over with worry.

Laura could barely keep her eyes open. She reached out, her hand cold and shaking from the pain, and gripped Franco’s sleeve as if she was holding on for dear life.

“Franco, it hurts…”

Petty heard Laura’s quiet gasp and instinctively looked over. The nanny, though, had moved in the way, blocking most of the view. From where Petty stood, it almost looked like Laura was leaning toward Franco’s hand, maybe even looking for comfort there.

Petty was just about to look away when the nanny suddenly shouted Laura’s name.

Laura collapsed in the wheelchair.

Franco paused for half a second, then scooped Laura up in his arms.

Petty didn’t stick around to watch the rest. As soon as Franco lifted Laura, Petty spun around and rushed off to find her colleagues. What other people did was none of her business. She had enough to worry about already.

What she didn’t expect was to find out that both her coworkers were hurt too.

Jay had stayed behind at the scene to manage the chaos, but the White family had arranged for all the injured, including her colleagues, to be driven to the hospital.

Once Petty found out her two coworkers had been taken to the hospital, she immediately ran to the news van they’d brought. She was just about to shut the door behind her when a hand suddenly pressed against it, stopping her.

Owen’s face appeared in the half-shadow, looking more unsettling than usual.

He leaned in, still holding on to the door, and smirked. “So Franco just left you behind. Remember what I said before? Maybe you should start thinking about it.”

He meant his offer. If Petty picked him, he’d make sure she got her divorce papers as soon as possible. At least, that’s what he promised.

Honestly, Petty couldn’t care less about that kind of temptation. But she was angry, and Owen had picked the worst possible time to mess with her.

“You say you’d do anything for me, right? If you care so much, where were you just now? Why didn’t you try to protect me when things got dangerous?” Petty shot back.

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