The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 526

Time seemed to stand completely still.

Franco's tense fingertips hovered just above the bite marks on her arm.

Every single indentation revealed the brutal force she had used against her own flesh.

She had always been someone who was terrified of pain.

Yet, she seemed entirely numb to it now.

Her depression had never truly improved.

A suffocating wave of despair washed through Franco's dark eyes as he looked up at Petty's face. She had opened her eyes at some point, but there was no struggle, no panic at having her self-inflicted wounds discovered.

Her gaze held no pretense—only a profound, hollow deadness.

Petty released Abacus's hand and propped herself up to sit, but Franco was faster, his hands catching her shoulders to steady her.

The moment she was upright, she silently pulled her sleeve down, hiding the damaged skin.

"I'm fine," she murmured.

Franco stood up, casting a tall shadow over the edge of the bed. He swallowed hard before asking in a low voice, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Before Petty could answer, he added, "It's still early. Let's talk."

Petty turned her head to look at the sleeping Abacus.

After a month of meticulous care, his body was getting stronger. His cheeks had filled out, and his complexion was glowing again.

His blood test today showed all his levels were returning to normal.

He had successfully passed all the post-bone marrow transplant hurdles.

His tiny hands were still clutching Franco's white dress shirt.

His cheek was pressed against the small pillow, his pink lips slightly parted. A faint glisten caught the light—he was probably drooling in his sleep.

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