The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 471

Hans knew better than anyone how desperately Petty had looked forward to the birth of her child. It was the first time he had ever seen that kind of profound, unconditional tenderness radiating from her—the pure instinct of a mother's love for her unborn baby.

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Inside a heavily guarded hospital room, watched closely by both the police and Franco's private security.

Laura lay in the center of the bed, her body hooked up to a terrifying array of tubes and life-support machines.

The blanket draped over her fell flat from the thighs down, revealing absolutely no outline of her legs.

She had lost both of her legs in the blast. She was now a high-level double amputee, permanently and severely disabled.

Even if she somehow miraculously survived and got out, she would spend the rest of her miserable life confined to a wheelchair.

But she would never see the outside world again.

Franco had handed over irrefutable evidence of her crimes to the authorities.

With multiple murders on her hands, Laura would almost certainly face the death penalty before the spring thaw.

Her eyes darted frantically around the room, pathetic whines tearing from her throat.

"Where is Franco... I demand to see him!"

Other than the medical staff coming in for their strict, routine checks, absolutely no one entered the room.

No matter how loudly she screamed, she was met with deafening silence.

Finally, the door clicked open. A nurse walked in to swap out her IV bags.

"Is Petty dead?" Laura hissed, her voice dripping with venom.

The nurses had heard that exact question countless times over the past few days.

Every single time someone walked into the room, Laura would ask, Is Petty dead?

But no one ever gave her an answer.

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