The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 457

"J?" Aaron blurted out in surprise.

He quickly walked toward the door. He had completely expected a nurse, not J.

Seeing J instantly put Aaron at ease.

By the door, Malcom leaned heavily on his crutch. He raised a hand—clad in a black compression glove—and adjusted the brim of his baseball cap. His deep brown eyes settled on Petty, who was still huddled in the corner of the bed.

She was wearing an oversized hospital gown that made her look impossibly fragile. Her face was frighteningly pale. Outside, the wind howled as dark storm clouds rolled in, and looking at her, one could easily believe that if the window opened, a single gust of wind would carry her away.

The man's grip on the crutch tightened until his knuckles went white.

"You got your cast off?"

Aaron's voice pulled the man's gaze away. He gave a subtle nod.

"That's great," Aaron said with a grin. "Means you're healing up well. Get back to a hundred percent soon, J."

His brilliant, exceptionally skilled J!

If J hadn't been injured, they absolutely would have been able to get Miss Petty out of Cabinda two nights ago, taking her far, far away from Franco.

But judging by the lingering scent of medicinal ointment on J's clothes, he still had a long road to recovery.

It looked like Aaron's dream of watching J beat the living daylights out of that foolishly tall guy, Jay, would have to wait.

Malcom stepped into the room. Despite relying on a crutch, his towering frame and predatory aura were impossible to ignore. His gaze swept over the untouched tray of food on the bedside table.

Aaron followed his line of sight and lowered his voice to whisper an explanation. "Miss Petty is in a bad place right now. She doesn't want to eat."

He didn't dare say that her mood was far worse than 'bad'—even Hans was completely at a loss on how to reach her.

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