The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 586

After breakfast, Petty noticed Jackson walking over with a box.

It was a bit larger than a standard sheet of paper, elegantly simple in design.

"This is a birthday gift for the young master, sent over by Uncle Sebastian's men," Jackson explained, handing it to her.

Petty knew Nanette had recently passed away. Legally, she and Sebastian were still married, which meant he was currently managing the funeral arrangements and couldn't attend the party.

"Baby, come here!" Petty called out, waving to Manley, who was playing fetch with General in the living room.

Manley hurried over on his short little legs, staring curiously at the box in her hands.

"This is a present from Uncle Sebastian."

"Love 'bastian!"

Petty couldn't help but laugh, though she didn't rush to correct his toddler pronunciation. He still struggled with certain sounds.

It reminded her of a classic Dickens novel where a character with a lisp mispronounced names in a similarly endearing way. The great authors truly understood the charm of real life.

"Mama, open," Manley demanded, pointing at the clasp he couldn't undo.

"Alright," Petty agreed, popping it open. Inside sat an official property deed.

Before she could even read the details, Manley grabbed the certificate with both hands and started waving it up and down like a makeshift fan. General trotted over, squinting against the breeze.

"That's not a fan, silly," Petty laughed, gently taking his hands to inspect the document.

She had expected it to be the deed to a house or a luxury condo. Sebastian had gifted Manley an entire private island.

Franco walked into the room just off a phone call, spotting the certificate in her hand.

"Go ahead and accept it. He's the eldest grandson of the White family; it's only natural his uncle spoils him."

Franco had already known about the gift, of course—as the boy's legal guardian, the island had to be registered through him.

Petty nodded. A gift like this was standard operating procedure for a child of his status.

She also knew that Franco had commissioned a custom luxury yacht for Manley, christened The Voyager.

Its maiden voyage was scheduled for today.

Franco wasn't a flashy man. His immense devotion to Manley was purely out of fatherly love, but anyone paying attention could see the profound, desperate depths of his affection spilling over into everything he did.

Petty's phone buzzed. Franco's dark eyes locked onto the screen. The caller ID read: Hans.

"Hans, aren't you..."

Petty answered quickly, walking away to take the call. As her voice faded into the distance, Franco's hand tightened by his side, his knuckles turning stark white.

Just then, the roar of a car engine echoed from the courtyard. Petty knew Hans hadn't arrived yet, so she wondered who it could be.

Several figures approached the portico. Manley, who had been holding Arthur's hand, suddenly spotted someone and slid off the sofa.

"Auntie!"

He dashed over to a woman, tipping his head back with a bright, beaming smile as he called out to her again.

Petty recognized the group surrounding the woman as the medical team responsible for Manley's care.

But who was she?

Jackson had run through the guest list last night, and Petty could put names to the faces of the other doctors and nurses.

So this woman...

Then it clicked. Manley was calling Wendy Holt. Dr. Holt.

Petty hadn't recognized her at first because, during all those hospital visits, Wendy had always worn a surgical mask, leaving only her eyes visible.

Now, seeing her bare face, a strange feeling washed over Petty.

Why did this woman look so incredibly familiar?