The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 482

In her hospital bed, Laura stared blankly at the ceiling. Jay's words echoed relentlessly in her mind: "The child belongs to the boss and his missus."

The sentence looped like a curse, burrowing deep into her psyche before morphing into a suffocating wave of despair. It invaded her bloodstream, constricting her chest in a frantic, suffocating rhythm.

Her pain receptors were supposedly dulled by the medication, yet the sheer agony twisting in her chest was unbearable.

She had gone to such lengths to poison Petty. That child was supposed to have lost its heartbeat and been forcibly induced. How could he possibly be alive?

And if the baby was alive, why had Petty looked so utterly destroyed?

Jay had to be lying.

He had said it on purpose, using it as a sick method of psychological torture.

Time lost all meaning.

Doctors and nurses occasionally came in to change her dressings and check her vitals. Seeing her catatonic state, they didn't ask questions, simply leaving her paralyzed and motionless on the bed.

Night fell. No one bothered to turn on the lights. Only the distant city glow spilled through the window, tracing the broken silhouette of Laura on the mattress.

It was as if, aside from her basic medical care, the entire world had forgotten she existed.

Eventually, Laura heard voices outside the door.

That soft yet resolute tone sounded hauntingly familiar.

Who was it?

A stiff, eerie smile stretched across Laura's pale face. She turned her head, fixing a dead stare on the door.

As it pushed open, a slender, delicate figure stood on the threshold.

She was dressed in a hospital gown, looking pale and unwell. But that face—it was undeniably the woman she had despised for over a decade!

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