The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 222

The gentle scent of incense hung in the air, smoke curling softly above the burner. A kettle simmered on the side table, the sound of boiling water the only thing filling the stillness.

Aside from that, the room was silent, broken only by Adelaide’s faint, labored breaths.

The quiet felt ominous, almost suffocating.

It was only now, at this late hour, that Adelaide finally understood why Franco clung so tightly to Petty, yet always kept his true feelings carefully hidden. He didn’t just care for her—Petty held a place in his heart that went much deeper than anyone knew. Maybe even more than that.

Franco loosened his grip, his knuckles pale and strained. The shadow of the bed’s canopy fell across his face. “I'll call the doctor to come check on you,” he said quietly.

Adelaide simply shook her head.

There wasn’t any light left in her eyes. She looked as though she was holding on by the thinnest thread, her strength almost gone.

Franco understood now. There was no hope. Even before he entered, he’d sensed something different in the air—a heaviness that spoke of the end.

“Will you promise me or not?” Adelaide suddenly grabbed his hand, clutching it with all the force she could muster. Her clouded eyes were wide, fixed on his face, so wide it was as if they might pop from their sockets.

“Franco, are you really going to let your own grandmother die with regrets?”

Her words broke off as her breath hitched, her whole body trembling and then going still. She arched her neck back, a faint, rasping sound escaping from her throat.

Franco’s eyes filled with panic and pain.

He squeezed her hand, desperate, feeling her warmth fading from his grasp.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, his voice rough and broken, “It’s her and me, I…”

The rest of his words barely made it out, each one torn painfully from his chest, hoarse and heavy.

Adelaide slumped back onto the pillow, her eyes drifting toward the canopy above the bed. She stared for a long moment, her gaze is slowly fading, then finally let her eyelids fall.

“Alright… alright…” She was almost whispering, barely audible.

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On the other side of the door, Petty was stuck with Jackson, unable to hear or see anything inside.

She was frantic. Over and over, she begged Jackson to let her see her grandmother, but he just shook his head without saying a word.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed up the staircase. Owen had returned.

His father was hurrying home from overseas, and as soon as Nanette received Owen’s call, she rushed back to The White Estate too. They met at the front door and climbed the stairs together.

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