The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 336

“Impossible!”

Laura kept her head down as tears filled her eyes, blurring everything in front of her. Franco wouldn’t just leave her behind. He couldn’t. He wanted to see her—he had to. She wasn’t just anybody, she had the blood he cared about, the one thing that always tethered him to her.

He’d always used to worry whenever she got sick or hurt. He’d stay right by her side, talking to the doctors himself, making sure every medicine was perfect, even hunting down the rarest ingredients just to help her get better. The nanny always said it, Laura was Franco’s favorite—she was the one he kept closest to his heart.

This time couldn’t be any different, could it? She’d coughed up so much blood. He was probably more worried than ever. He’d be extra gentle with her, more protective. That’s how it always was.

Her voice, already hoarse, went from a desperate whisper to a scream. “No, it’s not true! Franco would never leave me, he would never refuse to see me! You’re all lying. You’re making this up, every single one of you!”

She braced herself on shaking arms and forced herself up in bed. Her hair hung in messy tangles over her face, but she didn't care. Eyes shining with tears, she cried out, “You’re all working together to trick me. Is Franco just caught up with something important? Is that it?”

Her earlier scream had left the doctor rattled. He let a moment pass, then saw how frantic Laura was and quietly stepped forward. “Laura, please, you really shouldn’t get upset now.”

“Shut up!” Laura shot back. Her face twisted with fury, her features sharp and raw.

She was gasping, heat rising, eyes wild and bloodshot as she locked her gaze onto Jay.

A single line of sunlight crept in along the hallway wall. Morning had finally come. A whole night had passed. Had Franco really not shown up at all? Or had he just barely left?

Suddenly she started searching around frantically. “My phone… Where’s my phone?”

“Here it is, Laura,” the nanny said, rushing over with it. “Just take it slow.”

Laura’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking, partly from weakness, partly from all the emotions swirling inside her. With trembling fingers, she pulled up her call log and quickly dialed Franco’s number.

But all she heard was that cold pre-recorded message, the one that told her she’d been blocked.

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