After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 314

Sylvia frowned, only feeling a chill rushing from her back.

Was Taryn having a heart attack because she refused to give up Franklin?

Poppy and James were crying their eyes out.

Franklin was trying his best to control his feelings. But his scarlet eyes gave him away.

Taryn...

His sister once again left him. He didn't have time to catch her or to rescue her.

The doctor walked over helplessly. He checked Taryn's breath, and said with a sad expression, "Mr. Maskelyne, Miss Maskelyne has passed away."

Passed away...

She was so young and talented... She was a researcher... She had just come back to the country with him.

Franklin stayed put, stunned.

He felt his chest being hammered and his vision blurred.

For a while, he dared not breathe.

It seemed that what he inhaled was not air, but sharp arrows, which hurt every inch of his skin.

He had to close his eyes slowly, his thin lips were pale. He was still holding on.

His brother and sister were still young. He must carry on.

He slowly stretched out his hand, caressing Taryn's gradually cold cheek. His deep eyes were red, but he didn't let his tears fall.

Sylvia was standing at the door. She hated seeing such a scene.

How did Taryn die?

She felt trapped in an invisible net. She had no clue.

At that time, Taryn seemed quite normal, although a little bit excited.

Time ticked away. A nurse came over, pushed Taryn out, and headed towards the mortuary.

Poppy and James ran out tearfully.

The two were slightly surprised to see Sylvia.

Immediately, as if seeing a spiritual pillar, they rushed towards her, "Sylvia! Our sister is gone!"

"Sylvia, we will only have Franklin and you from now on!"

Sylvia hugged the two stiffly, one in her left arm and the other in her right arm, with mixed feelings.

Franklin announced that James and Poppy were his half-siblings. Now it seemed... Franklin was not a child of the Maskelyne family at all.

Who was he then?

Why did Taryn die suddenly?

When she had a heart attack a few days ago, the doctor said she would be fine as long as she was carefully treated.

Sylvia's head was in a mess.

Franklin walked towards her with great difficulty.

He pressed his thin lips together.

His usual cold face looked even colder at the moment. His eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at Sylvia, as coldly as looking at a stranger.

Sylvia's heart trembled. Did he also believe Taryn's words and think that she killed Taryn?

"When we came back from Paris, I promised my parents that I'll take care of her, but now..." Franklin didn't continue.

Sylvia wanted to hug him, but he reached out first, grabbed her waist, pulled her into his arms hard, and said in a very small voice, "Don't be afraid. I'm with you."