After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 988

The sound of footsteps grew closer until finally stopping in front of him.

He could clearly feel the other person's hurried breath.

Mixed with a hoarse voice of a middle-aged man, the voice sounded again in his ears, "Franklin, I am your father! Franklin, are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?" "Don't worry, no matter the cost, I will cure you."

"Franklin..."

Franklin's cold voice interrupted the man's incessant concern, "I want to go home, back to Sylvia."

The President's eager and concerned expression suddenly seemed like it was doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, making him shiver.

All his words were instantly stuck in his throat, and it took him a while to say, "Franklin... you're sick, you can't go back."

"Besides, our father and son haven't been together for many years. Now I'm just a lonely man. I hope we can live happily together as father and son." "It's just the two of us, no one else. Isn't that good?"

As he spoke, his eyes, which had always looked down on others, carried a hint of affection as he looked at Franklin. He tried to move him emotionally.

However... there was silence in the air, and the atmosphere became heavy and gloomy.

Franklin's handsome face remained calm and unaffected, as if he was talking to the air rather than himself.

The President looked at him and let out a heavy sigh, pain evident in his voice, "I sent you away back then because I had no choice. After all these years, do you still blame me?"

"Did you send me away? You clearly kicked me out and never allowed me to step foot here again." Franklin laughed coldly and sarcastically. His unfocused eyes were deep like the night. "I can't afford the President's mansion. Living here? I'm not worthy!"

The President felt as if he had been stabbed deeply and couldn't help but take two steps back, clutching his chest. "Franklin, do you hate me that much? But no matter how much you hate me, I am still your biological father."

"My biological father? He died in my heart a long time ago." Franklin chuckled softly. "So, Mr. President, what is there to say between us? Let me leave this place. Maybe I'll remember you a little bit fondly." "Impossible! I won't let you go. You are my son, carefully groomed by me. Only you can inherit my position, no one else!" The President's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "This time, I will make sure to keep you by my side no matter what."

The doctor stood trembling beside them, wondering what kind of absurd scene this father-son reunion was.

If he knew these secrets, would the President secretly dispose of him?

He tried to shrink his presence as much as possible.

But at this moment, the President's sharp gaze suddenly fell on him. "How is he? Is he well?" The doctor wanted to cry...

He swallowed his saliva and reported Franklin's blindness to the President.

"Blind?" The President looked at Franklin in surprise, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

so much effort into grooming. And yet? He was trapped in the tender embrace

man like him couldn't be entangled

son see clearly that Sylvia was

a man is among the stars and seas,

for considering Sylvia

can he inherit my position if he's blind?" The President became

they would also ridicule him for choosing such

he became. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have given Franklin the Countless

an aftereffect. He needs rest and recuperation," the doctor said cautiously. "So it's possible that Young Master still needs some time to recover his vision, and there's also

means he'll be blind forever?" The President's hopeful mood instantly fell into an abyss, feeling icy

"How could my son be blind? No matter what method you use, you must cure him for

the doctor wiped the sweat from his

good job, but

It was truly frustrating.

him tread

This feeling...

Heartbreaking.

you tonight. You've lost weight recently, remember to eat nutritious meals." Saying that, he turned to the doctor

doctor immediately responded, "Please rest assured,

Aettosa International Airport.

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figure... it was hard not to be moved by

leaving the airport, their private car from the

you and give you a warm reception. So I'm going to mooch off their

Sylvia: "..."

this shameless uncle? Please take him away;

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Rolls-Royce with a

at the unfamiliar scenery along