The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 587

After greeting Wendy, Manley happily went down the line, saying hello to Dr. Howell, Newell, Dr. Morris, and Nurse Collins.

"Baby, birfday!"

He tipped his head up, greeting the doctors and nurses with his sweet, milky voice. It was absolutely endearing.

Petty shoved her lingering doubts aside. It wasn't impossible for two people in the world to look alike; she had probably just crossed paths with someone who shared a resemblance to Dr. Holt.

She quickly walked over to the medical team. It was only right that they were invited to his birthday.

If not for their meticulous care and brilliant treatment plans, there was no guarantee Manley would be as vibrant and healthy as he was today.

Dr. Howell, the lead physician, had stressed himself out so much over the case that he had developed bald patches.

Nurse Collins had dedicated her free time to studying pediatric care, becoming more knowledgeable than elite nannies.

Even Wendy Holt, who had been abroad managing another project before the transplant, had joined multiple remote consultations. During the critical three-day window of the bone marrow transplant, when Nurse Collins had fallen ill, Wendy had stayed by Manley's side around the clock.

They were Manley's literal saviors.

"Dr. Howell, Dr. Holt, Newell, Dr. Morris, Nurse Collins—thank you so much for coming to celebrate his birthday," Petty said warmly, bending down to scoop Manley into her arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "He's only here today because of all of you."

Dr. Howell smiled humbly.

"Mr... ah," he caught himself instantly, correcting his address. "Miss Petty, you're too kind. The credit goes to this brave little guy. The best medical skills in the world can't save a patient who lacks the will to live."

"Dr. Howell, you all deserve every bit of praise," Petty insisted solemnly.

Touched by her sincerity, Dr. Howell exchanged a warm glance with his colleagues and nodded proudly.

Petty tightened her arms around Manley. Her baby truly was the bravest boy.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Petty urged, instructing Jackson to have a golf cart brought around so the team could enjoy a tour of the snow-covered estate.

The staff quickly served hot tea, elegant pastries, and fresh fruit.

Wendy Holt took a quiet moment to observe Petty.

She remembered Jay telling her once that Misty Vale lacked its "mistress."

Now, the mistress was back, and the atmosphere in the estate had completely transformed—even if this woman didn't plan on staying permanently.

A little while later, Harris arrived.

"Tank you, Ha-wis," Manley parroted obediently.

Harris reached out and ruffled the boy's round head, then murmured something to Franco that the toddler couldn't understand. "You don't have to guard against me like I'm some kind of thief."

How could anyone ever win against a man like Franco, whose very bones were wired for absolute dominance and possession?

"What am I guarding against?" Franco retorted smoothly, setting Manley down to take a document folder from Jay.

Harris didn't bother calling his bluff.

The thunderous roar of a sports car engine echoed from the distance, so aggressive it sounded like it was going to smash right into the main house.

Petty instantly knew it was Hans.

"Let's go greet Uncle Hans," she smiled, picking Manley back up.

She turned around, meaning to remind Jackson that Dr. Cavanaugh preferred coffee or water over tea, but her gaze froze.

Wendy Holt had stood up, shifting her position perfectly so that, from Petty's angle, she was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Franco as he listened to Jay's briefing.

A faded, yellowed photograph flashed violently through Petty's mind.