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.

happened to my hair?" Sylvia scratched her hair, only to find a

was falling

was a large number

said jokingly with a smile, "I want to know whether the antidote is working.

forced a smile with a pale

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

about. Everyone is born to die, sooner or later.” Sylvia smiled and looked

street and kept

was pained to

his arms. Sylvia's hair was long and beautiful, but she was

look and pale smile

overwhelmed by

still trying to be tough?" Although Franklin didn't know what Sylvia said, he could guess it according

will protect you even if the whole

this, he took out his phone and sent another message to Sylvia

you reply to me? What are you

sitting on the bed, heard

it up curiously and found it was a message from

eyes and stared blankly at the

while, she

up from a nap. I've been quite busy lately, and

Sylvia lied.

because Franklin would find her wherever she went

was

this, Franklin was overcome with grief

barely typed with trembling fingers, "Sweetie, can

held him. "Mr. Maskelyne, you need to go back to bed and rest. You are too weak

a

chair for you,"

lounge, Sylvia asked, "Do you

you need a mirror

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