After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

At breakfast, Sylvia asked Logan, whose eyes were bloodshot, "Is there any progress in making the antidote?" Logan raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at her. "It will be made by the afternoon." "So fast?" Sylvia was surprised.

How did it go so well? They didn't have any idea about it just before yesterday.

She felt something strange about it.

After breakfast, she walked into the laboratory, and this time, Logan did not stop her.

The eight researcher's tables were each placed with a bottle of red liquid. It seemed to be blood.

Blood? Where did they get so much blood? What was the blood for? Sylvia frowned.

She glanced around the room and suddenly widened her eyes. She saw something familiar here.

Under the corner of a table, she saw a burgundy handkerchief.

It belonged to Franklin.

Why was it here? Sylvia thought of how Logan stopped her from walking last night.

Was he hiding something from her? Sylvia frowned.

She picked it up and left.

Logan saw her come out, and he yawned. "| stayed up all night last night and | need to rest for a while." "Logan, this belonged to Franklin. Why is it here?" Sylvia squinted at Logan, observing him.

Logan said, smiling, "How can this be Franklin's? This is mine. | was just looking for it yesterday." He took it from Sylvia. "Sylvia, you seem to miss him. If you want to see him, go find him." But Franklin might not be able to see her.

Logan thought to himself.

Sylvia felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Logan walked to the lounge.

The sun was shining brightly outside.

Sylvia took a bottle of coke from the refrigerator and went up to the balcony.

This balcony was huge, with a chair and an end table in the middle, surrounded by wisteria.

There were also some plants on the ground. The sun cast shadows down on them.

The breeze was warm.

The employees and researchers would come here to take breaks.

Sylvia lay on the chair and drank her coke.

She basked in the sun, looking like a fairy.

On the fifth floor of the hospital opposite the building, a weak man looked out of the window and happened to see her.

Franklin could not help but touch his chest when he saw her.

The private hospital Jasper sent him yesterday at midnight was just opposite the laboratory.

Franklin had just woken up from a whole day's sleep.

He saw Sylvia on the balcony.

At this time, he wasn't wearing any clothes, and his chest was wrapped in white gauze. Even with his pale face, he looked manly with a powerful vibe.

His sexy body could easily arouse women's desire. No woman could resist his charm.

"You have chosen a perfect hospital,” Franklin said in a plain tone to the man standing behind him.

Jasper was nervous and quickly explained, "I thought you might want to follow up on Ms. Andrews's health." Franklin picked up the black shirt on the sofa and put it on slowly. His gauze had just been changed.

He was physically weak now and it would take a long time for him to recover.

Jasper looked at Franklin worriedly.

Alas! Sylvia took a nap on the balcony.

When Logan found her, it was already dusk.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and saw Logan holding a cup of warm water in one hand and two red pills in the other.

She widened her eyes in shock, "Is this the antidote?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she tasted blood in her throat.

Blood came out of her mouth and nose and dyed her clothes red.

Logan was shocked. "Sylvia, are you okay?" Sylvia grabbed the tissue on the table, wiped the blood, and gave Logan a weak smile, "I'm fine..." She didn't expect the toxicity to be so intense.

She was dizzy, but she felt lucky that Franklin did not know that she had been poisoned. Otherwise, she didn't know what crazy moves he might take.

Logan quickly handed the water to her and stuffed the two pills into her mouth. "You have to take the antidote now." Was this really the antidote? Sylvia thought to herself.

She took the pills and vaguely tasted blood in them.

But before she could think further about it, she passed out.

Standing by the window on the fifth floor of the hospital opposite, Franklin frowned and felt sad.

The moment he saw Sylvia's blood, he wanted to rush over and hug her. He wished he could bear the pain for her.

Maybe he was too anxious, Franklin coughed violently and blood oozed out of the wound in his chest again, dying the gauze red.

Jasper could not help but persuade him, "Mr. Maskelyne, you should keep calm to get better." Franklin did not say anything and was in pain, His eyes were still fixed on Sylvia.

Seeing Logan carry her up in his arms and walk away, he felt heartbroken.

He should be the man by her side at this moment.

He took a deep breath.

He lay back in bed, picked up his phone, and sent Sylvia a message.

"Sweetie, what are you doing? | am on a business trip to Aettosa." He had to lie to reassure Sylvia. After sending the message, he closed his eyes in distress.

In Aldo’s villa, Aldo looked at the empty house without Jenna.

It had been several days since she disappeared.

He couldn't find her no matter how hard he tried.

He had been living in anxiety for days.

He sat on the sofa in Jenna's room, looking at the picture on the table, in which she smiled shyly.

He couldn't help stroking the photo, murmuring, "Jenna, where are you?"