Chapter 982

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hotel.

As everyone stepped out of the car, Sylvia immediately noticed Casey and Carmelo anxiously pacing in the lobby. Seeing them, Casey's face lit up with joy as he rushed towards her.

"Miss Andrews, you're back," he exclaimed.

Sylvia smiled faintly, "Let's talk in our room."

The lobby was crowded and chaotic, and Casey immediately understood. "I've been waiting for you for half a day."

So they all entered the elevator together and headed straight to Casey's room.

"Any progress with the antidote?" Sylvia wasted no time in getting to the point as soon as they entered the room.

A faint herbal scent filled the room, not unpleasant but rather refreshing.

"We've developed a drug that delays the toxicity. Mr. Maskelyne, you should take one," Carmelo poured a glass of water and handed a black pill to Franklin.

Franklin had no doubts or hesitation as he swallowed the pill without question.

Jasper didn't have time to stop him. He didn't trust the people from Blood Medical Sect very much.

He looked at Franklin with concern. "Young Master, do you feel any discomfort?"

Franklin shook his head, feeling a warm sensation in his chest, as if something was protecting him.

"I'm fine."

Jasper glanced at Sylvia and saw her calm expression. He instantly felt that he had been overly worried.

After all, Mrs. Andrews was a benefactor of Blood Medical Sect... They wouldn't harm Young Master...

"This drug temporarily protects Mr. Maskelyne's arteries, but... it only delays the onset of toxicity," Casey sighed, "As for the antidote, we're still working on it. I can't guarantee if we'll succeed."

"That's alright. I won't blame you if it doesn't work. It would be great if it does," Sylvia smiled with a hint of bitterness and sadness in her heart.

Franklin reached out and touched his nose, looking towards Carmelo and the others. He held Sylvia's hand firmly. "It's okay, it's good enough to spend one more day with you."

His calm and almost lazy voice resonated with everyone present.

It was as if he didn't care about his own life and death.

But Sylvia's eyes turned red.

Listening to his voice and seeing Franklin slowly approaching, his lips curling up like a flower blooming in the dark night, she couldn't remain indifferent.

wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want

her lips, trying to hide her pain and

closer as Sylvia looked into his deep and

eyes seemed to be burning, trapping her inside, burning

mental defenses crumbled

turned crimson. "But you'll

Franklin could comfort her, she threw herself

her face but stopped himself, lowering his gaze to her small face. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Everyone is here... watching!" Sylvia buried her face in his chest, avoiding his gaze and

welled up in her eyes. How could she remain unaffected when she saw the man she

at her in his

her head, revealing

eyes met

nose suddenly tingled, tears welling up

warning and lightly pecked

when they saw this scene. The soft sound of

for a moment

tiptoed, and offered her own

lingered between their lips as Franklin's large

his lips forcefully against hers, and Sylvia's body

away the fragile body in his arms, and blood

Sylvia exclaimed, "Franklin!"

forward to support him

was

that surged through her made her vision

but his once jet-black hair was

many things, but nothing had shocked

eyes abruptly and then opened them

on her face as he watched her delicate features

Franklin tried to reassure Sylvia with a self-deprecating

her head as tears streamed down her

and threw herself into his embrace. "What should I do... What should

hair... What

every minute, every second

reminded her that Franklin's life was

felt as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed

made her heart convulse uncontrollably, making it almost impossible for

cry!" Franklin awkwardly comforted Sylvia, raising his

spit up

someone with such a fearless personality suddenly cry like

him, which warmed his heart. But when she cried,

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made his Sylvia cry so sadly. Those people deserved

tear-washed eyes were clear and bright but tinged

"Let's go outside."

She was deeply upset.

opened the door of

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