The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 450

The hospital door burst open, accompanied by the shouts of Hans and Galen.

Galen sucked in a sharp breath.

The fruit knife was buried in Franco's chest. Blood rapidly soaked through his hospital gown, turning his entire chest a gruesome crimson.

How much strength could Petty possibly have? It was entirely Franco gripping her hand, forcefully driving the blade into himself.

He was completely out of his mind!

Jackson stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at the two people on the bed. "Petty..."

Even Amy, who had followed right behind, was so horrified by the scene that she froze, instinctively shrinking behind the most reliable-looking person near her.

But before she could fully step back, a shadow blurred past her. Jay had already lunged forward.

"Wait."

Galen's voice stopped him.

"Look closely. Who's holding the knife? Do you really think you can pry it away?"

A dark, formidable intensity settled over Jay's features. Of course he saw that Franco was the one driving the knife. His first instinct had been to protect his boss, but Galen's warning made him freeze.

As long as Franco didn't let go, no one was taking that knife from him.

He had literally just clawed his way back from death's door. Dragging himself to Petty's side had drained the last of his strength, but his deeply ingrained, obsessive ruthlessness meant he would rather bite through his own flesh and bleed out than let her go.

The only person in the world who could save him right now was Petty.

Only Hans remained rooted to the spot, his complex gaze fixed on the two figures on the bed.

Despite the crowd bursting into the room, Franco completely ignored them. He stared unblinkingly at Petty's pale, rigid face, his grip on her hand tightening relentlessly.

Petty's fingers spasmed and trembled from her desperate attempts to yank her hand back, but Franco refused to release her.

"Did you think this would make me..."

"No." Franco's lips barely moved. As the blood rapidly drained from him, his face turned a terrifying, ashen white.

A self-deprecating smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Of course you won't forgive me. I never expected you to. This knife... is just to keep you here."

Crazy, absolutely crazy!

Galen's scalp prickled with dread. This kind of extreme manipulation was only going to push Petty further away.

"You're wrong." Breathing in the overwhelming metallic scent of blood, Petty's red-rimmed eyes held only an absolute, unforgiving coldness. "Even if you stab yourself a few more times, I'm not staying."

With a sharp clatter, the fruit knife dropped to the floor.

Franco's body finally gave out. His tall frame collapsed downward as he fell to his knees on the floor, though his large hand still maintained a death grip on Petty's.

Both of their hands were equally ice-cold and stiff.

Only when he dropped to his knees did Petty, sitting on the bed, see that his entire back was drenched in crimson. The horrifying red spread outward from the darkest, stickiest center of his spine.

Looking at the slightly coagulated edges, he had clearly been bleeding since the moment he walked into the room.

Her fingers gave a violent twitch, only to be crushed tighter by Franco's grip.

He gasped for air, and without turning around, asked, "Jay. Is everyone in position?"

Jay nodded. "Everyone is in place. They are just waiting for your order."

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