After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel 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.

"What happened to my hair?" Sylvia scratched her hair, only to find a large handful of hair in her palm.

Her hair was falling out fast.

On the pillow was a large number of dark hair.

"Am I going bald?" Sylvia said jokingly with a smile, "I want to know whether the antidote is working. I find it is more virulent."

Sylvia forced a smile with a pale look.

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

"Nothing to worry about. Everyone is born to die, sooner or later." Sylvia smiled and looked even paler.

Franklin stood across the street and kept looking at her in silence.

He was pained to see this.

He wanted to rush over and hold her tightly in his arms. Sylvia's hair was long and beautiful, but she was losing them, which greatly grieved him.

Her frail look and pale smile all wrenched at his heart.

Franklin was overwhelmed by sadness.

"Sweetie, why are you still trying to be tough?" Although Franklin didn't know what Sylvia said, he could guess it according to her expression. Franklin's eyes darkened and he made up his mind.

"Sweetie, you don't have to bite this off. I will protect you even if the whole world falls apart."

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and sent another message to Sylvia on Facebook.

"Sweetie, why don't you reply to me? What are you doing?"

Sylvia, sitting on the bed, heard her phone ring.

She picked it up curiously and found it was a message from Franklin on Facebook.

She lowered her eyes and stared blankly at the phone screen.