After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987

As Sylvia listened to Mark's words, a twinge of pain surged through her heart.

At first, it felt like being bitten by ants, then it was like being pierced by a steel needle, followed by an onslaught of countless steel needles that made her almost suffocate.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

Her phone rang, it was Clare calling.

"Sylvia, have you returned to the country? Mr. Fox and I are preparing to leave Larro and go back to Aettosa. Why don't you come with us?"

Clare was busy packing their luggage while making the call. "Sylvia, bring Franklin and stay with your mother in Aettosa for a while, okay?"

"Uncle... Maybe... Franklin can't come." Sylvia's voice carried an inexplicable sense of melancholy. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I'll go alone."

"He's the CEO, he must be very busy. I'm just worried that if you go alone, Franklin will miss you. Haha..." Clare was unaware of Franklin's situation and laughed it off.

"Send me your location, I'll come find you." Sylvia ignored Clare's words, her expression still calm. She had no idea how Franklin was doing at the moment.

She sighed and went back to her room to pack her things.

*

Aettosa Presidential Palace.

Backyard villa area.

In a luxurious bedroom, a young man lay quietly on a soft and spacious bed. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut. If it weren't for his steady breathing, it would seem as if he had lost consciousness.

The doctor stood by his side, observing his condition.

Just then, the door was pushed open from outside. The doctor saw the person and immediately stood up. "Mr. President."

"How is he today?" The President came to the bedside expressionless, looking down at the young man on the sickbed.

"He's still not awake, but we have extracted some poisoned blood from him. The color of the blood after being poisoned is becoming more vibrant each time. It used to be black." The doctor quickly reported and explained the situation.

The President seemed to relax a little. "That's good. He will wake up eventually. I'll come back tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around to leave.

Just then, the fingers of the man lying on the bed trembled slightly.

The doctor exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. President, he moved... His fingers moved."

The President, who had already turned around, immediately turned back with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Franklin, can you hear my voice?"

"Franklin, are you awake?"

Who... is calling his name? A man's voice?

Where is his wife... Where is his wife?

Franklin felt his head in a state of confusion, dazed and uncomfortable.

His eyelids felt heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. He tried several times but couldn't open them.

Soon, he fell into endless darkness again.

Seeing Franklin's closed eyelids move for a moment and then return to calmness, disappointment appeared on the President's face. "If there are any changes, inform me immediately."

With that, he shook his head and left.

The doctor sat back down, it seemed that the young master wouldn't wake up today.

Several hours passed quickly, and it was already evening.

As night fell, a cool breeze blew in.

The doctor got up to close the windows and pulled the curtains as he did so.

When he finished everything and turned around, he found that the man lying quietly on the bed had slowly opened his eyes and was about to sit up.

He was taken aback. Awake?

He woke up so quietly?

He steadied himself and finally looked at the man on the sickbed. The man was young and handsome, with a face that could rival any popular star. His perfect physique, even though slightly emaciated due to the poisoning, still showed well-defined muscles that were incredibly attractive.