The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 480

Petty was desperate for the answer, yet terrified of hearing the truth.

When Franco remained silent, she grabbed his arm, gripping him tightly as she looked up. "You said you wouldn't lie to me anymore."

Her fingers trembled.

Her fragile mental state and battered body couldn't withstand another storm of devastation.

And that was something Franco couldn't bear to inflict on her, either.

His internal struggle crumbled in an instant. His voice was hoarse as he admitted, "Yes."

That single word hit Petty like a suffocating wave.

Her vision went dark, the world spinning violently around her.

As her grip on his arm weakened, Franco caught her hand, steadying her effortlessly. His other arm carefully wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her limp body against his chest.

He tightened his hold, keeping her securely against him.

Looking down, he unfastened the protective mask on her face and gently wiped away her falling tears with his thumb. "That's why I said he needs you right now. You have to stay strong, understand?"

Petty squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clutching Franco's shirt in a death grip.

In the empty, echoing isolation ward, her muffled, uncontrollable sobs poured out against his chest.

Hans was waiting outside for her.

When the outermost isolation door finally slid open, he spotted Petty and immediately pushed her wheelchair forward.

Before he even got close, he noticed her eyes were incredibly red. It was obvious she had been sobbing.

A warm tear unexpectedly fell onto the back of her hand.

She glanced back to see the older man quickly wiping his eyes, a comforted smile on his face. "It's good that he looks like you. Very good."

Then, as if suddenly realizing how that sounded, he turned to give Franco a slight nod. "I didn't mean any offense, sir."

When they reached the door to Petty's hospital room, she caught sight of a pair of long legs clad in hospital pants from the corner of her eye. "Mr. White, you should go back," she said flatly.

Her tone was distant and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Franco stopped in his tracks, his fingers curling into a tight fist.

Hans shot a glance at him. "You're injured. Go back and rest. I'll take care of her. After all, I'm her official best friend. What right do you have to stay?"

Before Franco could even attempt a retort, Hans cut him off. "Even if you say you're the child's father, that's just a bond between you and the boy. It has nothing to do with Petty. Goodbye."