The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 523

The sedative worked fast. Petty slumped softly against Franco's chest, completely knocked out.

Hans finally let out a long breath.

She was finally asleep. Staring at Petty's gaunt, sunken face, he let out a heavy sigh. His fierce, vibrant Petty—the girl who could eat, drink, and boldly talk back to anyone—had been reduced to a fragile shell. It was absolutely tearing him apart.

Franco had kept the truth about Abacus's survival from her initially, likely because he knew an emotional collapse like this was inevitable.

Hans glanced at Franco, fully prepared to kick him to the curb now that his usefulness had run its course. "Thanks for the assist. I'll take it from here."

Franco didn't loosen his hold on Petty. He shot a sideways glance at Hans, who was still standing barefoot by the hospital bed, and his gaze turned a shade darker.

So panicked he didn't even stop to put on shoes. The award-winning actor was entirely done pretending he didn't care.

"Considering she and I share a son, this wasn't any trouble at all."

Hans's eyes narrowed into a glare, and he scoffed. "So what if you share a son? When she's in her right mind, she won't even look at you. Having a dozen sons wouldn't change that."

The medical staff quickly filtered out of the room. This wasn't a conversation meant for their ears.

Franco ignored the jab, gently lowering Petty onto the mattress and pulling the blankets up to her chin. He kept one of her hands engulfed in his own, then shifted his weight, leaning his back against the headboard and bending one long leg comfortably on the mattress.

From his posture, it was blindingly obvious he had zero intentions of leaving tonight.

Hans decided he wasn't going back to his room either. He dropped onto the sofa, planting himself merely a few feet away from the bed.

Amy looked back and forth between Franco in the bed and Hans on the couch.

Were these two really planning to play a staring contest until dawn?

"How about..."

She opened her mouth, fully intending to suggest that the men go get some rest while she stayed behind to watch over Petty.

But the moment the words left her lips, a tall shadow stepped directly in front of her, entirely blocking her line of sight.

Her view was suddenly filled by a broad chest wrapped in a thin, black shirt. The hard, defined muscles underneath were so obvious she didn't even need to touch them to know they felt like solid stone.

She instinctively swallowed hard.

Then she remembered his icy rejection: *We are not the same kind of people.*

God, she was so annoyed.

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