After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 982

Chapter 982

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hotel.

As everyone stepped out of the car, Sylvia immediately noticed Casey and Carmelo anxiously pacing in the lobby.

Seeing them, Casey's face lit up with joy as he rushed towards her.

"Miss Andrews, you're back," he exclaimed.

Sylvia smiled faintly, "Let's talk in our room."

The lobby was crowded and chaotic, and Casey immediately understood. "I've been waiting for you for half a day."

So they all entered the elevator together and headed straight to Casey's room.

"Any progress with the antidote?" Sylvia wasted no time in getting to the point as soon as they entered the room.

A faint herbal scent filled the room, not unpleasant but rather refreshing.

"We've developed a drug that delays the toxicity. Mr. Maskelyne, you should take one," Carmelo poured a glass of water and handed a black pill to Franklin.

Franklin had no doubts or hesitation as he swallowed the pill without question.

Jasper didn't have time to stop him. He didn't trust the people from Blood Medical Sect very much.

He looked at Franklin with concern. "Young Master, do you feel any discomfort?"

Franklin shook his head, feeling a warm sensation in his chest, as if something was protecting him.

"I'm fine."

Jasper glanced at Sylvia and saw her calm expression. He instantly felt that he had been overly worried.

After all, Mrs. Andrews was a benefactor of Blood Medical Sect... They wouldn't harm Young Master...

"This drug temporarily protects Mr. Maskelyne's arteries, but... it only delays the onset of toxicity," Casey sighed, "As for the antidote, we're still working on it. I can't guarantee if we'll succeed."

"That's alright. I won't blame you if it doesn't work. It would be great if it does," Sylvia smiled with a hint of bitterness and sadness in her heart.

Franklin reached out and touched his nose, looking towards Carmelo and the others. He held Sylvia's hand firmly. "It's okay, it's good enough to spend one more day with you."

His calm and almost lazy voice resonated with everyone present.

It was as if he didn't care about his own life and death.

But Sylvia's eyes turned red.

Listening to his voice and seeing Franklin slowly approaching, his lips curling up like a flower blooming in the dark night, she couldn't remain indifferent.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die.

Sylvia clenched her lips, trying to hide her pain and sorrow. "It's just death..."

Franklin looked at her, leaning closer as Sylvia looked into his deep and captivating eyes.

His ink-like eyes seemed to be burning, trapping her inside, burning brightly.

Sylvia's mental defenses crumbled almost instantly.

Her eyes turned crimson. "But you'll die..."

Before Franklin could comfort her, she threw herself into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, unable to let go. He reached out to touch her face but stopped himself, lowering his gaze to her small face. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Everyone is here... watching!"

Sylvia buried her face in his chest, avoiding his gaze and the gaze of everyone else.

Tears welled up in her eyes. How could she remain unaffected when she saw the man she loved growing thinner and paler every day?

Franklin looked down at her in his arms with indulgence.

After a while, Sylvia finally raised her head, revealing her worry on her delicate face.

Their eyes met in silence.

For some reason, her nose suddenly tingled, tears welling up but then forcefully held back.

The man's dark eyes deepened as he leaned down without any warning and lightly pecked her lips. His voice carried a hint of hoarseness. "Darling, don't cry."

The others in the room quietly left when they saw this scene. The soft sound of the door closing echoed behind them.

Franklin paused for a moment but didn't turn around.

Sylvia suddenly took a step forward, tiptoed, and offered her own red lips.

A fatal temptation lingered between their lips as Franklin's large hand held her slender waist.

His black eyes locked onto her gaze with an extreme dominance and aggression. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, and Sylvia's body went weak as she fell into his embrace.

But then, Franklin suddenly felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He pushed away the fragile body in his arms, and blood gushed out from the corner of his lips.

Sylvia exclaimed, "Franklin!"

She took a step forward to support him as he staggered. "I... Why?"

She couldn't believe what she was seeing on his handsome face.

The shock and fear that surged through her made her vision blur repeatedly.

That face still exuded an air of nobility, but his once jet-black hair was rapidly turning white...

She had experienced many things, too many things, but nothing had shocked her like this before.