After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 987

As Sylvia listened to Mark's words, a twinge of pain surged through her heart.

At first, it felt like being bitten by ants, then it was like being pierced by a steel needle, followed by an onslaught of countless steel needles that made her almost suffocate. She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

Her phone rang, it was Clare calling.

"Sylvia, have you returned to the country? Mr. Fox and I are preparing to leave Larro and go back to Aettosa. Why don't you come with us?"

Clare was busy packing their luggage while making the call. "Sylvia, bring Franklin and stay with your mother in Aettosa for a while, okay?"

"Uncle... Maybe... Franklin can't come." Sylvia's voice carried an inexplicable sense of melancholy. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I'll go alone."

"He's the CEO, he must be very busy. I'm just worried that if you go alone, Franklin will miss you. Haha..." Clare was unaware of Franklin's situation and laughed it off. "Send me your location, I'll come find you." Sylvia ignored Clare's words, her expression still calm. She had no idea how Franklin was doing at the moment.

She sighed and went back to her room to pack her things.

*

Aettosa Presidential Palace.

Backyard villa area.

In a luxurious bedroom, a young man lay quietly on a soft and spacious bed. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut. If it weren't for his steady breathing, it would seem as if he had lost consciousness. The doctor stood by his side, observing his condition.

Just then, the door was pushed open from outside. The doctor saw the person and immediately stood up. "Mr. President."

"How is he today?" The President came to the bedside expressionless, looking down at the young man on the sickbed.

"He's still not awake, but we have extracted some poisoned blood from him. The color of the blood after being poisoned is becoming more vibrant each time. It used to be black." The doctor quickly reported and explained the situation.

The President seemed to relax a little. "That's good. He will wake up eventually. I'll come back tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around to leave.

Just then, the fingers of the man lying on the bed trembled slightly.

exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. President, he

immediately turned back with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Franklin, are you awake?"

his

wife... Where

in a state of confusion,

as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. He tried several

he fell into

Franklin's closed eyelids move for a moment and then return to calmness, disappointment appeared on the President's face. "If there are any changes, inform me immediately." With that, he shook his head and

sat back down, it seemed that the young master wouldn't

hours passed quickly, and it

fell, a cool breeze blew

got up to close the windows and pulled the curtains as he did

he found that the man lying quietly on the bed had slowly opened his eyes and was about

taken aback.

up

face that could rival any popular star. His perfect physique, even though slightly emaciated due to the poisoning, still showed well-defined muscles that were

a man! If it were a female doctor, she

"You're awake?"

heard a stranger's voice and was momentarily

had just woken up but found that

nothing, he couldn't see

sit up. He was about to ask if there was anyone in the room when he heard a

narrowed his unfocused eyes slightly, even though there was no

are you? Where

Aettosa Presidential Palace. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want something to eat? You've been unconscious for three days and three nights."

chest tightened. "Presidential

born... How did he

my wife immediately." Franklin spoke coldly, his voice filled with impatience. "I don't want to be here. I must

your home! You are the President's biological son who has been separated from him for many years and has just returned to the Presidential Palace. Don't worry, the President loves you very

he were a dutiful NPC, recounting everything

only has one son under his name now!" "One heir... It also avoids any power struggles or fratricidal dramas for the

was getting carried away with his words