The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 319

As soon as Nanette saw Petty sitting up in the hospital bed, she frowned and rushed to her side. Her hands landed on Petty’s shoulders, her whole body trembling with anger.

“You’ve suffered so much, sweetheart.”

“I never imagined Owen could do something this horrible to you,” Nanette said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I should have raised him better.”

Petty felt Nanette’s hands shaking, so she reached out and gently held them. “Nanette, none of this is your fault.”

“Did he… hurt you?” Nanette asked, her touch soft against Petty’s cheek.

Petty slowly shook her head. She could still feel Owen’s heated breath so close to her face, his lips almost pressing against hers. Luckily, Malcom had come just in time.

Everything that happened after felt like a blur, just fragments of memory—being pulled away, safe for a moment, until Franco intercepted her, so close to something even worse…

She forced the thoughts away, staring at the bandage wrapped around her palm before looking away, her face unreadable.

Nanette’s eyes were shining with unshed tears. “He’s been arrested now. After everything he did to you, Franco will never let him go. I…”

“Nanette, even aside from the other charges, there’s no coming back from the things Owen did,” Petty said quietly.

She knew it was a cruel truth, but Nanette needed to hear it. This was why Petty agreed to see her in the first place.

But Nanette surprised her. Her voice turned cold. “He brought this on himself. Everything that happens next—he deserves it.”

Petty blinked, startled.

“He’s shamed our family,” Nanette went on. “Even if he gets the death penalty, so be it. His father and I—we’ve agreed not to step in. We won’t let you endure even a little more pain. As far as we’re concerned, we don’t have a son anymore.”

Nanette swiped away her tears, trying to compose herself, but Petty could see that no mother could be truly okay after something like this.

There was nothing she could say to make it better.

Someone had done this on purpose.

Again and again, someone kept crossing the line. The anger and humiliation surged so fiercely that Petty couldn’t keep calm anymore.

Without hesitating, she punched in a number on her phone.

It rang three times before someone picked up.

Petty didn’t waste a second. “Did you mess with my email?” she demanded, her voice icy.

Franco was quiet on the other end, but he didn’t bother pretending. The silence itself was unnerving.

His voice dropped, low and measured. “Yeah. I did.”