The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 441

“Is that so?” Petty’s struggle faded. Her voice was quiet and shaky, her face white as a sheet.

Hans looked at her and felt his heart twist. He didn’t care that she was leaning on Franco. All he wanted was for her to calm down.

He answered in a gentle voice, “Of course. Laura meant every word to hurt you. She’s toxic, Petty. Don’t let her get in your head.”

He finished and glanced up at Franco.

Franco was just staring at Petty, silent, lost in his thoughts. But Hans couldn’t forget the instant Franco had shot Laura—a single tear had slid down Franco’s face. That had rattled Hans to his core.

He kept thinking about Laura’s last, unfinished sentence. What had she really meant?

On the other side, Parrish saw Hans holding his stomach. His brow furrowed in concern. Maybe Hans’s wound had opened up again. Parrish hurried over.

“We need to get down the mountain,” Franco said, pulling Petty closer. Just as he bent down, ready to pick her up, the bodyguard’s satellite phone buzzed.

“Franco, it’s Jay,” the bodyguard said, holding out the phone.

Franco took it. Jay's voice was usually calm but this time it was sharp, barely hiding his anger.

“Franco, Abbot and Ned escaped. A helicopter was waiting for them.”

That didn’t surprise Franco. Of course Abbot had a backup plan.

Up the mountain, Abbot’s helicopters could still be heard fleeing.

Franco set his jaw, tense. It looked like his side had won… but everything felt off. Abbot trying to rescue Laura and Owen had destroyed whatever was left of their truce. It was open hostility now. This time, Abbot was definitely going to come after him. Knowing Abbot, he wouldn’t stop at just one plan.

The cold mountain wind swept past. Franco held Petty close, stealing a glance at Parrish. Their eyes met—they were both thinking the same thing.

Her fingers found the detonator she’d hidden in her sleeve.

The bombs that had been set along the path earlier—she’d gotten those from Ned. Now she wanted to gamble everything. She wanted to kill Petty right in front of Franco, to make her suffer, to watch her die in pain.

Everyone thought Laura had lost. But she hadn’t.

She still had the detonator.

If she could take Franco down with her, that would be a win.

Laura’s lips curled into a slow, chilling smile. A harsh, low laugh rattled from her throat. The wind carried the sound, faint and ghost-like, but everyone heard it.

They saw the black detonator clutched in her hand. Petty was getting closer, step by heavy step. Hans’s shout burst from his chest. He tore after Petty, but in that instant, Parrish grabbed his arm and held him back.