The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 122

Susan had never been treated like this since she started working in this house.

Petty was a dream to work for—easygoing, cheerful, and genuinely kind. There wasn’t a trace of snobbery in her. Sometimes she even acted cute around Susan, treating her more like family than staff.

Franco was different. He kept to himself and could come off as a bit distant, but he was always polite. He never barked orders or acted superior.

Of course, at fifty, Susan had seen just about everything. She knew better than to get rattled.

“Mr. Valenti is in his study,” Susan said, keeping her voice steady. “When he came home, he told me not to let anyone disturb him.”

Laura immediately caught the meaning behind Susan’s words. She smiled, not unkindly. “You’re Susan, right?”

“Yes, Ms. Laura.”

“It’s fine if you don’t know me yet. But let’s not have this happen again.”

She turned away, ignoring Susan’s attempt to stop her, and motioned to her aide. “Let’s head upstairs.”

As Laura’s wheelchair rolled toward the elevator, Susan hurried to intercept her, but Laura’s bodyguard stepped in and blocked her path.

“What’s going on?”

A cold voice cut through the tension.

“Franco!” Laura turned, her eyes lighting up as she spotted Franco on the stairs.

She spun her wheelchair around, gliding automatically to the bottom of the staircase.

Looking up at Franco as he came down with his cane, Laura gave Susan a quick glance, her tone gentle. “I wanted to go upstairs to check on you, but Susan wouldn’t let me. I was so worried I might have overstepped and asked someone to stop her. Did we disturb you?”

Susan was stunned. Laura handled the whole situation with just a few words, making herself sound like a concerned friend while turning Susan into the overzealous servant who’d gotten in the way. There was no way someone as straightforward as Petty could win against a woman like this.

Laura was still Cabinda’s most respected socialite. Even in a wheelchair, she carried herself with grace and composure. She never let anyone see her lose control.

Her wheelchair rolled up alongside the sofa. Susan came back with two glasses of water, setting one in front of Laura and the other in front of Franco.

“Susan,” Laura called softly, “is there a first-aid kit in the house? Could you find something for bruises? Franco’s hand needs some care.”

“Of course.”

It was only then that Susan truly noticed the injury on Franco’s hand. She quickly went to fetch the ointment.

Before Susan could hand it over, Laura reached out and took it herself. “Let me do it.”

She moved her wheelchair closer, so close their knees almost touched.

Laura reached out with gentle hands. “Franco, let me take care of this for you.”