The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 128

A cold spark flickered in his eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Petty flinched, then shot back with a mocking smile. “You can do whatever you want with your first love, but Harris and I haven’t even crossed that line. Who I see is none of your business. You punched Harris, but what, are you planning to fight every man I talk to?”

“Don’t even try to tell me you’re jealous. That would be disgusting.”

She spun around and walked away.

Franco’s gaze followed her as she disappeared down the stairs. He crushed his cigarette and took a step forward.

“Franco, Adelaide wants to see you,” Jackson called from behind.

Franco stopped. Downstairs, Petty’s figure slipped out of sight around the corner.

He turned and headed into Adelaide’s room.

A divorce agreement was sitting on the table.

Franco shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced at it, then looked away. “What’s this about?”

Adelaide let out a shaky breath, her voice tired and worn. “Sign it. I made you marry Petty back then. Now I want you to let her go.”

“Grandma.” Franco gave a soft laugh and sat beside her on the bed, gently smoothing her silver hair. “People say you get more childish as you get older. When did you become so innocent?”

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Petty reached the second floor, heading for her room, when a big black-and-tan dog came tearing up from downstairs. Just as she reached the hallway, the dog leapt up the stairs and nearly knocked her over.

“General!” Petty automatically reached out, almost losing her balance as she caught the huge German Shepherd. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you were asleep.”

When she was seven, she hadn’t come to the White family alone. She’d brought her German Shepherd with her. That dog had been her first birthday gift from her parents—a loyal companion from the start.

But dogs don’t live forever. Her shepherd lasted just over a decade.

Petty rushed over, calling for General from the doorway.

A few moments passed with no sign of him.

She stepped inside. The room was dark, but a bit of light from the courtyard spilled in, just enough for her to see. She wanted to get General out as quickly as possible.

“General, come on, let’s go back to our room.”

She finally spotted him lying by the big bed, his eyes catching the faint light as he looked up at her.

She crouched down and stroked his head. “Why’d you come in here? If Franco finds out, you’re in trouble.”

General shook his head, dodging her hand, then sniffed around the foot of the bed. He nudged something out with his paw—a photo.

In the dim light, Petty saw that it was a picture of a baby’s tiny foot.