The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 322

When he said that, Laura felt a wave of warmth blooming in her chest, even as a flash of determination flickered in her eyes.

Of course. How could anything ever happen to him? She would never let anything bad touch him, not if she could help it.

Her tears faded into a smile. She called to the maid to get things ready, then turned to Franco. “The herbal wash is ready. Go rinse your hands. You need to get rid of all that bad energy after coming back from that place.”

Everyone moved inside.

There was a basin of water set out on the table, along with a few other things. Franco barely glanced at them, uninterested, as he walked over. The air was filled with the crisp, soothing scent of herbs.

He dipped his hands in the basin, washed up, dried them off, and asked like it was nothing, “Is there any more of this?”

The maid was caught off guard for a second but quickly smiled. “Yes, there’s some in the kitchen. Do you want more?”

“Bring some for Laura, too. She should wash her hands,” Franco said, tossing the cloth in the trash.

Behind him, Laura’s fingers tensed and a bit of uncertainty crossed her face. “Me? I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Franco just replied quietly, “It’s cold out. It won’t hurt.”

The maid didn’t dare argue. She hurried back and soon appeared at Laura’s side, bowing a little as she offered the basin. “Miss Laura.”

Laura pressed her lips together, slid her delicate hands into the warm water for a moment, then took the cloth from the maid and gently dried her fingers.

As she washed, her sleeve edged higher, exposing a ruby bracelet on her left wrist.

“I found some auction photos online the other day. The bracelet from back then looked different.” Her voice was quiet, the doubt finally slipping into her words.

The tea was served just as Franco used to like. Laura’s staff had researched everything, but after a single sip, Franco set the cup aside. He used to love tea, but in the years since he lost his sight, his tastes had changed.

Back then, he never imagined that someone could take the finest wild-picked tea leaves and turn them into something that tasted so bland.

Jay handed him an urgent file from the company. Franco opened it, barely glancing at the papers. His voice was flat and emotionless. “It was switched—before I ever got it.”

Laura’s breath caught. So it really wasn’t Petty’s mother’s bracelet. Her uncle was right.

“You knew all along it wasn’t…” But the question faded as the words caught in her throat.