The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 502

Arthur Shepherd took a sip of water and slammed his thermos onto the table, his voice booming across the room. "Chasing her? My ass!"

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

"If you were ready to risk everything back then, why did you hurt her so deeply? And now you think you can just win her back? The world doesn't work like that!"

Even though he was Franco's grandfather, the retired general was ruthlessly impartial. He focused on the facts, not the bloodline.

If his own daughter were standing here defending Franco today, he would have laid into her too.

Scolding him from the chair wasn't enough. Arthur shot to his feet, pointing a trembling finger at Franco.

"I don't care how much you were suffering. You created this mess, and you need to face the consequences. A woman is meant to be cherished, not damaged. I won't even waste my breath listing the bastardly things you've done! If you're going to try and win her back, back off for a minute. Given Petty's current attitude toward you, the harder you push, the further she'll run. Don't back her into a corner!"

He glared at Franco, a mix of fury and helpless exhaustion in his eyes.

He knew his grandson's stubborn temper better than anyone.

But at the end of the day, Franco was still his flesh and blood. The scolding would have to be enough.

"Heal your wounds first."

Franco remained silent.

Arthur smacked Franco hard on the shoulder. "Can you handle that?"

Franco's injuries were concentrated on his back and shoulders. That slap sent a jolt of bone-deep pain radiating through him, but his expression didn't change. He didn't even flinch. "There's one more thing I kept from you."

The old man had just been regretting hitting him so hard. Hearing Franco's words, he frowned. No wonder the boy was taking it so quietly—he was feeling guilty.

"What kind of trouble did you cause behind my back this time?"

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