After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 256

He couldn't hurt Sylvia.

He stretched out his hands and subconsciously wanted to hug her, but the next second, he violently pushed her away again, using less strength.

"Go, go away!"

Sylvia looked at Franklin. Blood oozed from his lips and dripped down to the floor.

"Go! Didn’t you hear me?" Franklin raised his hand and was about to push her further away when Sylvia caught his wrist. She stared at him, "Franklin! Wake up. I'm Sylvia!"

"Sweetie... Go away!" The pain came to him again and Franklin screamed in pain.

He roared like a trapped beast and punched his fist into the wall again. There was the smell of blood in the air.

His black shirt had been torn, showing his chest. Sylvia could see his muscles.

Pain and mania caused him to bite his palm as if this was the only way to ease his pain.

Sylvia looked at him in madness and shuddered.

He would rather hurt himself than hurt her...

No, she couldn't watch him hurt himself and do nothing.

Sylvia quickly walked to the drawer and began to find her silver needles. She had just used them the day before yesterday. Why couldn't she find them now?

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, Franklin's voice sounded behind her.

Sylvia turned to look at him in surprise and saw her bag of silver needles in his hand.

She was stunned, "You... Why did you take my needles?"

"You expect me to do nothing after you stung me?" Franklin said with blood in his mouth.

His eyes glinted with viciousness, and he looked at Sylvia as if he was looking at a dead person.

Sylvia felt very uncomfortable. When did Franklin steal her silver needles?

"Franklin? You have regained your wits?"

"You have a pretty face, but unfortunately, you are nothing but a tool to be used."

What on earth was he talking about?

Sylvia took a deep breath. When she was about to lose her temper, she gritted her teeth and thought to herself. Franklin was sick, she couldn't reason with a sick person, could she?

Although she didn't have her silver needles now, she had something else.

Franklin sneered. "Are you so obsessed with men, unbuttoning my shirt? It seemed that he had a terrible taste for women."

Sylvia looked at Franklin in front of her. He was covered in blood with a wicked expression. He looked different than usual.

He looked nothing like Franklin Maskelyne she knew.

It was as if he had changed into a completely different man.

She glanced at him, "Can you tell me who you are?"

"Would you let me fuck you if I told you?" Franklin approached her step by step until their bodies clung.

Sylvia began to feel uneasy and had a bad feeling.

Did Franklin have any other diseases?

No, it was impossible!