The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 593

Amy fastened the chain around Manley's neck. The length was perfect. Manley immediately grabbed the tiny abacus and shook it, the little gold beads clinking together with a delightful ding-ding-ding sound.

"Tank you, Auntie!" the toddler beamed, his little head tilted up. He shook the pendant again, utterly captivated by the chiming noise.

Amy's heart melted into a puddle. "Oh my goodness, how are you so adorable? Auntie's heart is just turning to mush! Come here, let me squeeze you."

Near the doorway, Jay caught the sickeningly sweet pitch of Amy's baby-talk. The sound faded into the background as he turned and walked silently back outside.

Leaving Manley to marvel at his new jewelry, Amy and Petty stepped aside to catch up.

Across the room, Franco's gaze remained firmly anchored on Petty, tracking the playful smirks and suppressed laughter dancing across her beautiful features. After a long moment, he pulled his eyes away to answer his persistently vibrating phone.

It was the lead supervisor for the luxury yacht. "Mr. White, The Voyager has officially set sail," the man reported excitedly.

Franco's eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Excellent."

Meanwhile, Amy's phone buzzed. She opened a message from a broadcast group chat—a fellow journalist had sent a link to a live stream of The Voyager's maiden voyage.

She stepped closer to Petty, angling the screen so she could see. "I heard a rumor in my media groups that this yacht was Franco's birthday gift for Manley. Is it true?"

On the screen, freezing ocean spray lashed against the camera lens. Against a backdrop of falling snow, a massive luxury yacht sliced effortlessly through the turbulent waves. The name The Voyager was painted proudly across the hull.

"Manley used to be trapped in that tiny, sterile isolation room," Petty murmured softly, watching the screen. "To him, The Voyager represents total freedom. It's meant to travel the world and see everything for him, until he's well enough to go himself."

A wave of realization washed over Amy, quickly followed by a pang of deep sorrow as she watched Petty's profile.

Petty hadn't even hesitated; she understood Franco's intentions as clearly as if they were her own.