After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Kira was so partial to Otto that she couldn't differentiate right from wrong. Sylvia didn’t doubt at all that Kira would sacrifice herself for Otto.

Sylvia suddenly felt exhausted.

She put down the knife and handed Kira a credit card. "The money in it can support you for the rest of your life, grandma. | might..." She wanted to tell Kira that she might not have much time left.

But so what if she told Kira? It wouldn't solve anything.

"I don't want your money! | want your father back!" Kira said angrily with tears, "Sibbie, why can't you just get him out?" "| just can't." Sylvia sighed and put the credit card on the table, "Grandma, | have paid the care worker five years' salary. She would take care of you after you are discharged from the hospital.” It was as if she was giving her last words.

Kira wiped her tears and asked in confusion, "Five years? Why? | can take care of myself after leaving the hospital. Besides, | have you taking care of me since your dad's away, right?" "It's not that | don't want to take care of you, grandma. | couldn't anymore." Sylvia felt distressed. Back then, when Otto was around, Kira insisted on staying with him no matter how she persuaded her to move out.

Now that Otto was in jail, Kira thought of her granddaughter.

Otto had been torturing her but she was still so kind to her.

Sylvia wanted to live with Kira, but she had been poisoned. She had a virus and Rejuvenator inside her body.

She might die any time soon. She'd rather keep Kira in the dark, thinking that she was still alive, just not around.

Sylvia said goodbye to Kira after saying the words.

However, right after she left, there was a ruthless expression on Kira's face. "What an ungrateful little bastard! | had been taking care of her after her mother died and my efforts have all gone to waste. | should have left her to die back then!" When the nurse walked in and saw the look on her face, she was scared.

When she looked at Kira again, she had returned to the kind old lady. "Miss, when can | leave the hospital?" "In about a week, ma'am." The nurse put the tray down and thought she must have seen it wrong.

In the research room of Longevity Pharmaceuticals, Logan sat there on the sofa, feeling tired. He had been working on developing the medicine non-stop for days.

But it had gone nowhere.

Rejuvenator was a tricky poison.

And even after he had found the ingredients that made it, he failed to make the antidote.

He had tried a lot of ways but none of them worked.

The eight researchers were all exhausted from days of work.

Just as he was about to take a nap, footsteps came.

Logan frowned and looked over. He saw a man walking in.

He was in a black suit and with his hands in his pockets. He had the presence of a king.

Logan looked over his shoulders.

What was wrong? Franklin always showed up with a dozen bodyguards.

But he came alone today and didn't even bring Jasper.

Was he here to kill him or beat him up? Logan's mind was a mess.

"I know how to cure Sylvia." Franklin spoke, interrupting Logan's thoughts.

Logan was stunned.

Franklin knew how to cure Sylvia? Did he hear it wrong? "Mr. Maskelyne, this is not something to joke about," Logan said, trying to calm himself down, "There's no antidote for the poison in her." "Do | look like I'm joking?" Franklin glanced at him, expressionless.

Logan somehow felt flustered under his gaze.

But soon, he adjusted himself. "Come in please, Mr. Maskelyne." He pushed the door of the lab open.

The eight researchers were still working.

Half an hour later, Logan looked at Franklin with a serious look, "Mr. Maskelyne, are you sure you're doing this?" Franklin answered him with determination, "I'm sure." "Mr. Maskelyne, you are strong and healthy, but if we are doing this, you might..." After Logan knew Franklin's way of saving Sylvia, he was shocked.

"If I didn't save her, | would have to watch her die and I couldn't accept it,” Franklin said. He couldn't keep calm and indifferent when it came to Sylvia.

Then, following the instructions, he lay in bed.

He didn't move or blink.

"But... Mr. Maskelyne..." Logan wanted to say something more.

Franklin interrupted him, "Logan, | have made up my mind. | am willing to do anything for Sylvia. | will give her my life if she wants it. | have never begged anyone for anything, but | beg you to do me a favor.” Logan looked at Franklin, this breathtakingly handsome man, in shock.

He had always assumed that Franklin was just a rich and bossy man who was possessive of Sylvia.

He had never known that Franklin had been so deeply in love with Sylvia.

"Go ahead." "Don't tell Sylvia that | ever came here and don't tell her how the antidote is made." "Mr. Maskelyne..." Logan looked at him in disbelief.

Franklin didn't answer him but said to the researchers, "Let's begin." Logan couldn't bear to see it, turned around, and left.

The door was closed behind him.

He leaned back against the door and couldn't stand still.

Through the door, he could hear the sound of the machines operating and the researchers discussing.

But he didn't hear any sound of pain from Franklin.

He didn't make a sound, bearing the pain.

Logan was impressed by Franklin's endurance.