The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 468

The door to the private suite opened. Franco was sitting up in bed, flipping through a stack of documents.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw Jay standing there, holding the black baseball cap, his face entirely clear of fake scars.

It was obvious what had just happened.

She had figured it out.

Franco clenched his fist and coughed into it, his eyes rimmed with red. "Did she say anything?"

Jay recalled Petty's exact words. Aside from the initial questioning, the emotion she projected wasn't anger.

It was utter defeat.

He answered truthfully. "She was completely heartbroken by 'Malcom'. She just told me to leave."

Franco's face remained stoic, devoid of any visible surprise or conflict.

He had broken her heart once again.

But deep down, he knew that it was easier for her to accept Jay as Malcom than it would have been if she had discovered it was him under the mask.

The only tragedy was that from now on, that persona was dead.

He no longer had a safe, unquestioned identity to be near her, to keep her company, and to protect her as a friend.

Galen had stopped playing his mobile game the moment Jay walked in. He stared at the outfit, his memory clicking after a few seconds. It was the exact disguise Franco had worn during his late-night "jailbreak."

So Franco had been dressing up as Jay. No wonder when he had asked Franco why he was wearing a muscle suit, Jay had confusingly muttered, "Blame him for working out too much."

Jay was naturally broader, but wearing the padded clothes just made the wearer look like they had wider shoulders—a completely different build from Franco's lean muscle.

Given the current situation, it was obvious Franco had thrown Jay under the bus to take the fall.

Galen didn't even know what to say.

"You really played yourself this time," Galen remarked, shooting Franco a look.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on Galen's phone.

He glanced at the screen, let out a cold scoff, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. He paused right beside Franco's bed.

Jackson wasn't just being brave. He was following someone else's orders.

Over the past few days, the old butler had been running back and forth between Misty Vale and the hospital. With Franco's grandmother gone, there was only one person in the world Jackson would listen to without question.

Petty.

Just then, Jay's cell phone rang.

It was the lead doctor overseeing Abacus's case.

As he listened to the voice on the other end, a rare flicker of shock cracked Jay's usually stoic expression. A bright gleam sparked in his dark eyes.

He gripped the phone. "Boss, Harris's bone marrow is a perfect match for Abacus. We have the green light for the transplant."

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After Jay had left, Petty had taken her medication and drifted into a restless sleep. She woke up a few times, managed a few bites of the meat pie Hans had brought her, but threw it all up moments later.

As she faded in and out of a feverish haze, she suddenly felt a warm, damp sensation brushing against her fingertips.