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."

Her throat was dry. Even at this time, he was still reassuring her.

Sylvia was never afraid of anything.

She gritted her teeth, “I... I am sorry for your loss.”

She then turned to leave. She wanted to explain to Franklin what

happened in the cafe, but... She felt that it wouldn't help. He needed to

calm down now.

This matter was not simple. Taryn's sudden death was definitely not an

accident.

Franklin looked at Sylvia's straight and disappearing back, his

expression cold yet strong. His sister had died, but he wouldn't allow

anything to happen to his wife. He must prove his wife's innocence!

Franklin's face was handsome. The way he pursed his lips made

people terrified.

His love for Sylvia didn't and would not change.

He walked to the doctor's office. "Has the autopsy report come out?"

"Preliminary inspection shows that Miss Maskelyne did die from a heart

attack. Detailed information needs to be further verified."

The doctor looked at the imposing man and said quickly.

Franklin left without saying anything.

In the dark night, a private plane landed slowly.

Dozens of bodyguards in black came down from the plane.

In the end, a mid-aged man and a mid-aged woman came out. The

mid-aged man had a sullen face, and the woman beside him was

expressionless.

The mid-aged man ordered coldly, "Go to the hospital.”

"Roger that."

The bodyguards in black opened the way. The mid-aged couple got into

the limo that had been waiting there for them.

The black limo sped up in the night.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.

Tyrell, who was wearing a black trench coat, stood in front of Franklin.

"Fa..." Franklin opened his mouth, but before finishing his sentence, a

slap fell heavily on his face.

His face was sinister, and he looked like a demon from the hell.

"Franklin, is this how you take care of my daughter? Makena had died

because of you, and now Taryn too. What did the Maskelyne family do

to you? Why must you kill my daughters one after another? We raised

you up. Is this how you repay us?"

Tyrell's words were cruel and he looked extremely cold.

Franklin lowered his head, his dark pupils constricted suddenly, but he

couldn't say a word.

"When you were expelled by that man, it was me who brought you back

to the Maskelyne family and raised you up carefully! Do you know how

Taryn died? Your woman killed her!" Tyrell raised his hand. A

bodyguard immediately handed him some photos.

He slapped the photos on Franklin's handsome face fiercely, leaving

several red marks on it.

“Look at them carefully! My daughter knelt to that woman! Who does

she think she is?" Tyrell stared at Franklin coldly.

When Franklin saw the photos, his pupils shrinking.

That was impossible!

He said word by word, “There must be someone else. Sylvia will never

do such a thing! Even if the whole world says it was her fault! I will trust

her! I trust her only!"

"She killed your sister! Franklin, think about it. She is my enemy now. If

you don't want her to die, break up with her. Otherwise, I can't promise

what will happen to her!"

Tyrell stared at Franklin viciously, and kicked him in the chest, right on

the place where Franklin got injured while saving Sylvia! The wound

that had healed was suddenly torn up again and his black shirt was

soon soaked in blood.

"Break up with her, or watch her die, take your pick!"

Franklin's black eyes were full of restraint. Depressed, he looked at

Tyrell as a sharp pain came from his chest, “I will find out the real

murderer. Please give me some time!"

Tyrell smiled like a demon, his eyes filled with threat, "It seems that you

want her to die."

Kaitlin remained silent all this time. For her, nothing was more

interesting than watching people make hard decisions.