The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 354

Nanette felt her chest tighten at his words, fear pulsing through her. She marched straight over and snatched the wineglass from his hand. “You can’t lay a finger on him!”

Owen was the son she had carried for ten months, the one she’d fought for through every storm. And the man standing before her—he’d been in her heart for over thirty years, held close in a place no one else could touch. The thought of him hurting Owen was something she couldn’t, wouldn’t, accept.

“He’s not my son. Why shouldn’t I?” His tone was flat, not even bothered that she’d taken his glass.

His eyes drifted over Nanette, flicking from her carefully composed posture to her eyes, red with worry. She looked dignified, but her anxiety showed through anyway.

He didn’t soften. “There’s no saving him. Even if I tried, I’d have no chance of getting someone out from under Franco. And after what he did, you never should have asked me.”

His words hung heavy in the air. His face shut down, cold and distant as he turned to leave.

Nanette’s heart skipped. Without stopping to think, she rushed after him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “You’re really leaving?”

“I shouldn’t be out for too long.” His expression didn’t change, his voice steady and blank.

He glanced at her hands resting on him—elegant, delicately maintained, skin pale and smooth like fine porcelain. His mind flickered back. Her hands used to look just like that… yet that person, where was she now?

Without any hesitation, he peeled her hands away. His voice was ice. “I’m leaving.”

Nanette’s words came in a choked whisper as she watched his retreating back. “You won’t help me, then?”

He halted and turned around, his gaze sharp like a knife. “What are you really saying?”

She met his warning stare, feeling the wide, airy room collapse in around them until her breath felt trapped in her chest. She’d known him since she was a girl—she knew every sign. He was furious now.

But Nanette was no one’s victim. As long as she could remember, she had given him everything—money, support, all for nothing close in return. For Owen, she needed to claw back even a shred of control in this lopsided relationship.

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