After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 266

Logan dared not think too much about it. He was sad about what Franklin was suffering from.

Franklin took the binoculars and stood on the fifth floor of the hospital across the street, looking inside

the lounge of the research lab.

The sight of Sylvia lying quietly and weakly on the bed almost killed him.

He thought, 'Doesn't the medicine work? Why is she still in a coma? It is not supposed to be like this.

The prescription for that antidote costs 100 million. They don't have to lie to me.'

Just then, Sylvia, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

She felt confused with a blank mind.

It took a while for her to realize what was going on.

She looked at Logan with empty eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"7 p.m." Logan said with a worried face, "Sylvia, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"

"My head is pounding. It seems like the poison is more intense than before." Sylvia shook her head. As

she spoke, she began to vomit blood.

It was sticky and warm.

Blood kept trickling down the corner of her lips.

Even the quilt was stained.

Overcome with dizziness, Sylvia nearly passed out.

"Sylvia!"

"Sylvia!"

Mark, Vaild, and Logan exclaimed simultaneously.

Sylvia tried her best to look at them and asked, "What ... what's wrong?"

"Sylvia, your hair..." Logan pointed painfully at Sylvia's long hair and stared in disbelief.

"What happened to my hair?" Sylvia scratched her hair, only to find a large handful of hair in her palm.

Her hair was falling out fast.

On the pillow was a large number of dark hair.

"Am I going bald?" Sylvia said jokingly with a smile, "I want to know whether the antidote is working. I

find it is more virulent."

Sylvia forced a smile with a pale look.

Mark said with tears in his eyes, "Sylvia, you don't have to do this? We are very worried about you."

"Nothing to worry about. Everyone is born to die, sooner or later." Sylvia smiled and looked even paler.

Franklin stood across the street and kept looking at her in silence.

He was pained to see this.

He wanted to rush over and hold her tightly in his arms. Sylvia's hair was long and beautiful, but she

was losing them, which greatly grieved him.

Her frail look and pale smile all wrenched at his heart.

Franklin was overwhelmed by sadness.

"Sweetie, why are you still trying to be tough?" Although Franklin didn't know what Sylvia said, he could

guess it according to her expression. Franklin's eyes darkened and he made up his mind.

"Sweetie, you don't have to bite this off. I will protect you even if the whole world falls apart."

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and sent another message to Sylvia on Facebook.

"Sweetie, why don't you reply to me? What are you doing?"

Sylvia, sitting on the bed, heard her phone ring.

She picked it up curiously and found it was a message from Franklin on Facebook.

She lowered her eyes and stared blankly at the phone screen.

After a while, she began to type.

"I just woke up from a nap. I've been quite busy lately, and I'm on a business trip, too."

Sylvia lied.

This was because Franklin would find her wherever she went in H Rovirsa.

However, Franklin was also lying.

Reading this, Franklin was overcome with grief and almost lost his balance.

He barely typed with trembling fingers, "Sweetie, can you send me a selfie!"

Seeing this, Jasper hurriedly held him. "Mr. Maskelyne, you need to go back to bed and rest. You are

too weak now."

"I want to see her a little longer," Franklin said indifferently.

"Well, then I'll move a chair for you," Jasper hurriedly said.

In the lounge, Sylvia asked, "Do you have a mirror?"

"What do you need a mirror for?" Logan asked curiously.

"No?" Sylvia wanted to see how haggard she was now. She didn't want Franklin to find something was

off.

She said to Mark, "Give me my handbag on the coat rack."

Mark hurriedly got up and fetched the handbag for her.

Sylvia pulled out a lipstick from inside her handbag, used her phone as a mirror, and began to put on

the lipstick.

Wearing lipstick, she looked better.

And then she took a selfie and sent it to Franklin.

Franklin saw the whole process. Especially when Sylvia put on lipstick, he almost went crazy.

Ever since Sylvia was poisoned, she didn't tell him anything about it.

She was extremely weak now, but she still pretended that she was fine.

Franklin sometimes wished Sylvia not to be so strong and independent.

Franklin looked at the selfie from Sylvia, in which she grinned, showing her white teeth.

Usually, when she was fine, she would certainly not send him any selfies.

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Thinking of this, Franklin was moved.

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Jenna was having a good time in the Wright Residence.

Since Mrs. Wright knew that Jenna liked what she made, the cooks were deprived of the chance to

cook.

Mrs. Wright made almost every meal by herself.

Brayden said to Jenna with great envy and jealousy, "My mother is so nice to you. Whenever I ask her

to make something for me, she turns a deaf ear to me. But now she cooks for you every day."

Jenna smiled very shyly. Wearing a pink dress, she was sitting on the couch and looked very cute.

Mrs. Wright liked her very much, eager to show off Jenna to her friends.

After getting familiar with the Wrights, Jenna found it was a warm and lovely home.

Mayor Cody was elegant and erudite, Brayden was cheerful, and Mrs. Wright was amiable.

Jenna did like them. Although their house was not big, the family atmosphere was warm and cozy. She

enjoyed such an atmosphere.

Brayden liked playing tricks and sometimes deliberately teased her, which often made her shy.

Mrs. Wright washed a plate of grapes and brought it over. "You can't always stay at home. Brayden,

take Jenna out tomorrow!"