After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Logan thought to himself, ‘Franklin, you save Sylvia's life. | will do anything to repay you in the future!" When Sylvia came to the laboratory, she saw Logan curling up at the door with a distressed face.

She walked over and had a bad feeling. " Logan, | know we might not be able to make the antidote. It's okay. | have lived for twenty-two years, and it's long enough. My life has been more exciting than many people's, you don't have to..." Logan looked up at Sylvia standing in front of him.

He had known her for years and she had always been like this. She looked indifferent to everything but deep inside, she was more sensitive than anyone else.

Even after she was poisoned, even if she may leave the world at any time, she was still comforting him, a healthy man.

"Don't you know how to show weakness?" Logan held her shoulder and stared at her. "You know, it will only make me feel worse when you act tough.” Sylvia looked away. Of course, she didn't want to die.

But she was ready if death was coming to her.

She wanted to live, but she was not afraid of death. However, the only person she didn't want to let go of was Franklin.

She might never see him again after her death.

Thinking of this, her heart ached.

She hadn't told Franklin how she felt about him now and she didn't intend to. Anyway, she was a dying person, there was no future for them to share.

"You need to cry and let it out." Logan could not help embracing her.

Sylvia did not speak and she didn't know what to say or do.

Over the years, it was the first time Logan had hugged her.

She was somewhat unaccustomed to being embraced by a man other than Franklin.

"Don't worry. | will save you. We have had some breakthroughs." Hearing his words, Sylvia's eyes lit up and she said, "Really? | want to hear it." There was a cure for her? She had been prepared to face up to death.

Unexpectedly, there was hope.

At this time, in the laboratory, Franklin's face was covered with sweat and he was enduring great pain.

The researchers looked at him with worry, "Mr. Maskelyne, should we stop?" "No, continue," Franklin answered as sweat fell down his forehead.

His blood was being sucked into a big tube from within his chest.

As he lay there, he could see his blood being drawn out bit by bit.

He could also clearly hear Logan and Sylvia from outside the door.

Sylvia was such a tough woman.

He wanted to rush out and hug her in his arms and say to her, "You don't have to act tough in front of me." But he couldn't.

The pain in his chest was not as severe as that of the pain in his heart.

Especially when he heard that Sylvia was still comforting Logan at this very moment, he felt heartbroken.

Outside the door, Sylvia was stopped by Logan, "Don't go in, we have finally made progress, let the researchers focus on what they are doing. Maybe there will be a cure tomorrow." Sylvia looked at him suspiciously and felt that something was off.

But she was not a very stubborn person. "All right." In the lab, Franklin looked pale and his pupils constricted.

His clenched fists showed the pain he was in right now.

"Mr. Maskelyne, you will die if we keep drawing your blood," a researcher said in a low voice.

The instrument had begun to squeal.

"Not enough, it is far from enough..." Franklin shook his head and said, "Keep drawing." The pain made him clench his fists and he bit his fist.

The pain was almost unbearable.

But he endured it.

When it was over, he lay silently on the small bed.

His face had been ghastly pale and two researchers and the medical staff were binding up his wound.

The blood stained the gauze red, but he did not seem to feel anything.

He closed his eyes and was bearing the pain.

He didn't say a word or groan. If his face weren't so pale, one could hardly see how much pain he was in.

Of course, it was painful. But at the thought that his blood might save Sylvia's life, he thought it was worth it.

The courage could help him face the greatest pain.

He would give up his soul and his life for Sylvia as long as Sylvia could live on.

He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving him and that he might not hear her voice again.

As long as he could keep her alive, he could do anything for her.

After a long rest in the lab, he slowly got up.

It was already late at night when Jasper came to pick him up.

Looking at his haggard and pale face, Jasper quickly held him, "Mr. Maskelyne, are you feeling better now?" "I'm OK." Franklin's voice was weak, and he didn't want Sylvia to see him like this, so he had to leave right now.

Jasper nodded and helped him out of the lab.

The black Bentley was running on the highway.

Jasper took Franklin to a private hospital.

The patients’ identities here were highly confidential and the cost here was expensive.

The doctor was shocked when he saw Franklin's clothes stained red with his blood.

"What happened, sir?" Franklin refused to spit a word.

Jasper said, "Mr. Maskelyne needs to be hospitalized." When all the procedures were done and Franklin lay down in the VIP ward, he finally slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

No matter how healthy he was, he couldn't withstand that much blood being drawn out of him.

Jasper had been staying by his side. Franklin had always been masterful and tough, and now he looked so fragile.

He could not help shaking his head helplessly.

Franklin really loved Sylvia deeply.

Early in the morning the next day, Sylvia rubbed her eyes and woke up in the lounge in the lab and found that it was eight o'clock in the morning.

The sun shone in through the window.

She sat up and found that the poison in her had spread to her neck.

If it kept spreading in her, it would reach her mouth, nose, and brain... If Franklin kissed her, he would get infected.

Sylvia shook her head, and her face was slightly red. Why was she thinking about kissing him? She didn't have many days to leave, which should be her concern.

She sighed and went to the bathroom to wash up.