Chapter 243

Subconsciously, Sylvia stared at his lovely face.

His perfect features made him look attractive from every angle.

Although he looked stern and sullen now, her heart pounded.

Sylvia calmed down. "You..."

As soon as she uttered a word, Franklin bowed his head to kiss her.

Staring at her under the dim yellowish light, he failed to repress his

passion for her.

Suddenly, he hugged her tightly, sniffing her unique, refreshed

fragrance.

Gaping at his gorgeous face in such a short distance, Sylvia pressed

his chest and sighed on his lips, "Stop it, Franklin.”

"Tell me, sweetie. What on earth have you hidden from you?"

Sylvia reminded him of a beautiful nymph under the moonlight.

Her long eyelashes flapped slightly like butterfly wings. Their shadow

covered her eyes, so Franklin couldn't read her mind.

He let go of her, gazing at her intensely without blinking.

"Nothing, Franklin.” Sylvia struggled to distance herself from him.

Seeing her try her best to repress herself, Franklin chuckled, "Why do

you have to do this, sweetie?"

Sylvia bit her lip tightly.

Franklin took her into the elevator and went up to the 23rd floor of

Royal Galaxy Restaurant, where Jasper had already reserved a suite

for them.

Franklin grabbed her struggling hands. "Aren't you going to tell me the

truth?"

He seemed to interrogate her.

Looking into her crystal-clear eyes, he complained huskily in

reluctance, "Sweetie, why don't you want to tell me? It's been so many

years. Why do you always hide it from me?"

Anger filled in her dewy eyes. "I don't need to report everything to you,

Franklin."

However, an unexpected thing happened when Sylvia was off guard.

Closing her eyes, she hugged him tightly by instinct, unwilling to let go

of him.

When Franklin woke up, it was already the next morning.

He lifted the quit, got off the bed, and entered the bathroom, but Sylvia

wasn't there.

Realizing she had gone, Franklin looked stern.

He cursed icily, "Damn it!"

He had planned to interrogate her, but he was too obsessed with their

sex in the end.

Therefore, Sylvia's secret still hadn't been exposed.

Meanwhile, Sylvia had arrived at the hospital.

Rubbing her sore back, she was having a meeting with the doctors and

nurses in her department. "You all should know every detail of Mr.

Wilson's status. Let's get ready for his surgery.”

"Yes, Dr. Sylvia."

"Dr. Sylvia, do you not feel well?" the head of the surgical department

glanced at her with concern.

“I'm fine. Thanks." Sylvia replied, "Please don't worry."

Then she left the meeting room while holding the medical record.

At the door of her office, a man wearing a black suit looked stern,

followed by an enchanting woman in her thirties.

They were Clark and Winter.

Winter looked at Sylvia in a daze. Sylvia had a slender waist and well-

toned bottom. Although she put on a pair of flat white shoes with a

loose white gown for doctors, her perfect figure couldn't be hidden

completely.

Besides, she looked gentle with delicate features. Her eyes were

sparkling as brightly as gems. She emanated an aloof aura.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, different from the womanish thin and

curved ones or the popular flat ones.

The brows made her unique.

This was the first time when Winter saw Sylvia in a white gown.

Although Sylvia didn't put on heavy makeup, she looked charming in

the simple white gown.

Standing in front, Sylvia greeted them, "Morning, Mr. Wilson, Mrs.

Wilson."

"When will my grandfather's surgery start?" Clark asked indifferently as

if he was asking about a stranger's status.

Winter secretly studied Clark and found his mood didn't change when

facing Sylvia.

She didn't know why she had done so, but she suddenly wondered if

Clark would be attracted by Sylvia.

The next second, she denied it. Clark hated Sylvia to the core, as she

meant a threat to him. Sylvia had ruined one of Wilson Group's ways to

earn money and let Clark suffer a significant loss. She didn't think Clark

would have a crush on her.

Winter breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

“It'll start at nine o'clock sharp,” Sylvia replied.

Then she pulled out a piece of paper from the folder in her hand.

"Those are the necessities after the operation, including things needed

daily. Please get all of them ready.”

Usually, a nurse would remind the patient's family about those things.

However, Sylvia happened to have a copy, so she passed it to Clark on

the way.

Winter hurriedly thanked her.

“I'm still busy. Please suit yourselves." Sylvia entered her office without

any intention of letting them in.

Clark gazed at the closed door darkly. Then he strode away.

Winter followed suit. Suddenly, she felt sick. Covering her mouth, she

bypassed Clark and trotted toward the ladies’ room at the end of the

corridor.

Clark was taken aback, something flashing through his eyes.

Then he followed her.

In the ladies’ room, Winter retched into the sink.

Clark followed her in. Seeing her look so suffered, he patted her on the

back and gazed at her, "What happened to you? Why are you vomiting

suddenly?"

Winter's heart tightened. She bowed her head and pulled out a tissue

to wipe her mouth.

Pinching the tissue, she tried hard to calm down and hold her nerves.

Then she looked up at him, "My stomach is turning.”

Clark looked at her indifferently. "Aunt Winter, if you are sick, you

should get a checkup. Remember this is a hospital?"

Winter paled, her throat dry and bitter. "Not necessary. I'll get better

after taking some pills.”

“You'd better not challenge my patience, Winter Bennett.” Clark

suddenly trapped her between his chest and the sink, scowling at her.

"Why do you look so pale? Did you do anything wrong behind my

back?"

Under his terrifying gaze, Winter forced a smile, her hair standing on

end. "How could it be possible? After you've reviewed everything in the

company, I'll do it. If I made any mistake, you would fire me long ago."

Winter was afraid of him. She feared him.

Clark could tell she was trembling.

Withdrawing his arm, he muttered on her lips, "Are you afraid of me,

Aunt Winter?"

“I... I'm not." Winter kept a bright smile, but her heart was in her mouth.

If Clark found she had been pregnant, she would end up miserably.

"Are you pregnant?” Clark's cold gaze fell on her flat belly.

Winter froze as if she had been struck by lightning.

Raising her head stiffly, she looked at Clark and denied it affirmatively,

"Nah! How could I get pregnant?"

Clark looked handsome in the black suit, but his features were covered

with sternness.

"Aunt Winter, you'd better not try to hide anything from me. You know

my means well."

Winter shivered, lowering her head to dodge his gaze.

"What are you talking about? How could I hide anything from you?"

Clark pinched her chin violently, "You'd better not."

Covering the panic, Winter advised, "Mylo's surgery will start soon.

Let's go to the operating room. Hurry."

Mylo had multiple fractures all over his body, so the surgery lasted five

hours.

All the assistant surgeons, doctors, and nurses stood next to the

operation table without a rest.

When Sylvia announced the surgery had ended, they all collapsed on

the ground. "Gee! So exhausted!"

"Finally! What happened to this old man? His bones cracked into

countless pieces. No wonder Mr. Wilson needed to look for famous

doctors to save him."