The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 338

Franco let his hand rest on the baby’s chubby head, softly stroking for a long moment before finally getting up and leaving the ICU.

“Still nothing on the bone marrow match?”

He paused outside the glass doors. Behind him, the door clicked shut, locking away the only world the little one had really known all year.

The doctor’s look was grim. “They update the bone marrow bank every day, but there’s still no match for Little Abacus.”

He caught the sadness in Franco’s eyes and felt his own heart squeeze tight.

Franco glanced back, just for a second, at the door now closed behind him.

Little Abacus—that was the baby's nickname.

He remembered a weekend not so long ago. Cabinda’s autumn was so much kinder than in other cities. Petty had been curled up on a lounge chair, out in the Misty Vale garden, her belly already six months along.

No one else was around.

She’d closed her eyes, soaking up the cool autumn breeze, both hands resting gently on her bump. There was a smile in her voice when she said, “Baby, I’ve decided your nickname will be Little Abacus. I thought about it for ages, just trying to find the right one.”

He had stepped out from the house, stopping by the edge of the garden, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

Little Abacus? That was her best idea?

He wondered how all her cleverness had landed on a name like that. He just couldn’t figure it out.

Then he heard her voice float over on the wind, light and full of laughter.

“When the abacus clicks, gold pours in. Baby, you're going to be so rich!”

Her playful, hopeful words started to fade into memory, but the warmth lingered.

Franco pulled himself back to the present, voice dropping low. “Let’s keep looking in the international bone marrow banks too.”

“Yes, Franco.”

The doctor watched Franco walk away, his own chest heavy with worry.

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