The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 285

Apparently, Laura’s life mattered more than anything right now.

“Relax, just let her run wild a couple more days.” Hans gave Petty a look that was meant to reassure her.

This wasn’t just about getting Franco to release Petty. The most important thing was to get Petty to forget about going after Laura, at least for the time being.

Laura… she wasn’t nearly as soft or gentle as she pretended to be. Underneath that innocent face, she was all poison and cunning.

Susan’s broken jaw was proof enough. The thought of what Laura had ordered made Hans’s skin crawl.

What kind of person could do something that cruel? Maybe being stuck in a wheelchair had twisted her mind. Whatever the reason, Hans knew one thing for sure. Petty had to stay the hell away from Laura.

Petty shot Hans a playful look, pretending to be suspicious. “You’re putting up with all this for me. Are you sure you’re not secretly in love with me?”

Hans rolled his eyes, half laughing, half exasperated. “There you go again, Miss Narcissist. Ah...” He winced. The movement had tugged at his injury, and he had to turn away, biting back the pain.

A minute passed. Petty reached out and patted his arm, soft and careful. Hans glanced over, meeting her eyes. “What is it?”

“I want to do something that’ll make you happy.”

He couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic huff, teasing her. “Since when have you ever done anything that’s actually made me happy?”

Honestly, the unhappiest moment of his life was probably watching her marry Franco. Looking back now, if he’d known about the feud between their families, he would’ve done anything to keep her away from Franco.

Petty’s expression shifted, a quiet determination settling in her eyes. “I’m going to file for divorce.”

Hans froze, caught off guard by her certainty. Then the weight of it hit him, filling his chest with a dull ache. He knew this decision wasn’t easy for her. The White family had raised her, and if she filed for divorce, it would drag the entire White Group into the mess.

She would only reach this point if she was truly out of options, if Franco had pushed her past her breaking point.

Hans kept his voice steady and low. “Are you sure?”

Petty nodded, not even hesitating.

Across the street, a black Bentley pulled a sharp U-turn, driving away from their van and disappearing in the opposite direction.

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