Chapter 524

Chapter 524

Muddy tears slid down the old Evans’ cheeks.

"Can you promise me? I ... I may not really have much time left." The

old Evans began to gasp violently, and Sylvia, startled, immediately

shrieked out, "Somebody! Hurry up to save the patient!"

As soon as she made a sound, those doctors and nurses outside

immediately poured in and rang various instruments together with her.

There was another round of rescues for the old Evans.

"He got too emotional seeing me."

Half an hour later, Sylvia said to everyone, somewhat wearily, "Good

work, everyone."

"Dr. Andrews, you've been watching outside the ICU for the past two

days. You're quite tired too. You haven't even closed your eyes. Now

that he's in a stable status, you should hurry home and rest.”

One of the doctors said to Sylvia with concern, "We're here! We'll keep

a good eye on him."

Sylvia nodded and dragged her weary body toward her office.

Raising his hand and pushing open the office door, she smelled a

fragrance of meal.

Sylvia was stunned and looked at the beautiful food set up at the coffee

table, "Franklin? What are you doing here?"

The man wore a black shirt, his long legs elegantly folded. He was

holding a laptop computer at this time in dealing with business.

Hearing her surprised voice, the man raised his eyes, his deep eyes fell

on her.

He closed the laptop, and his thin lips slightly parted. "Come over for

dinner."

Sylvia walked over and sat next to him.

The man reached out and dragged her into his arms, his large palm

clasping her thin waist, "You lost a lot of weight."

Sylvia slapped him, "No way. I'm the same weight."

"I can't sleep without you around.” Franklin buried his head at her

shoulder and took a deep breath; she smelled especially good with the

faint smell of disinfectant.

“I'll sleep with you later.” Sylvia patted the man's head, and instantly

had the illusion that she kept a very clingy puppy.

Hearing this, Franklin curled his lips, "Good."

After the two ate, Franklin took a phone call.

Sylvia went back to the lounge inside the office to rest, and as soon as

her tired body got into bed, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep

sleep.

Franklin walked in after answering the phone and saw her peaceful

sleeping face.

Her previously red and delicate lips were pinkish, her long eyelashes

covered her eyelids, and her delicate face looked tired.

Franklin really felt sorry for her.

He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her lips before climbing into

the bed.

He stretched his arms to embrace the peacefully sleeping woman into

his arms.

She was really exhausted these two days.

When I woke up from a nap, it was after noon.

Sylvia stretched and sat up. Finding herself tired, she frowned, only to

feel dizzy.

When she raised her hand, she heard Franklin's mellow, husky voice,

"It's hot!"

His hand just touched her face.

Sylvia was stunned, rolled out of bed, and went to find the infrared

thermometer.

After a drip sound, she looked at the number on it somewhat helplessly,

"39 degrees, I have a fever.”

“You got sick from tiredness." Franklin pressed her back into bed, "You

rest here while I get the nurse to get you some fever reducers.”

Sylvia had a fever and a cold.

She sniffed and swallowed the medicine.

The nurse who came in with Franklin said, "Dr. Andrews, even the

strongest body needs a rest, so you should go home instead of staying

in the office.”

Sylvia nodded, "Please take care of my grandfather."

Half an hour later.

The car pulled up steadily to Townyer Villa.

Just as she pushed through the door, Sylvia noticed Franklin standing

in front of her and stiffened.

She looked inside suspiciously and saw a group of uninvited guests.

Dozens of men in black stood behind the sofa in the living room.

There was a man and a woman sitting on the sofa, looking at her and

Franklin calmly.

"Dad? Mom?"

Franklin's cold eyes swept over the two people and he spoke in a cold

voice. "What brings you here?"

Tyrell smiled wickedly, stroking the black cat in his arms, his grim eyes

moving from Franklin to Sylvia.

His gaze was really creepy.

“I miss you. Can't I come over to see you?" Mrs. Maskelyne's

bewitching eyes stared straight at Sylvia. "TSK. How do you bewitch

my son? How dare you admit in front of everyone that you are my son's

wife."

As Mrs. Maskelyne's sneering voice rang out, Franklin looked unhappy,

"Mom, Sylvia didn't do anything wrong."

"So you mean that it's me and your dad who are at fault?" Mrs.

Maskelyne raised her eyebrows, “Your two sisters really died miserably!

My Taryn! My Makena ... If they know you become like this, they will be

really heartbroken!"

Franklin's face changed, "Mom, is it funny to talk like that?"

"Can't I talk about my daughter?" Mrs. Maskelyne laughed. The sharp

laugh sent a chill down her back. "Both of my daughters died because

of you, and you get to live in this world unburdened and guilt-free.”

"What did our Maskelyne family ever do to you? Why did we bring up

an ungrateful bastard like you?"

"You owe a debt of gratitude to our Maskelyne family! Break up with her

immediately and we will remain a family that loves each other.”

"If you say no, don’t blame me for showing no mercy to you! Didn't you

learn your lesson from my men in the disaster area? And you two got

carried away?"

"You shamelessly admit you have your men assassinate your adopted

son. I'm so impressed."

Franklin tightened his grip on Sylvia's hand, and this time, he didn't

want to let go of it.

He wanted to be with her.

"Who made you misbehave?" Tyrell's hand gently stroked the fur of the

black cat, whose green eyes looked dark and frightening.

Sylvia was surprisingly calm when she saw this cheeky couple again.

Standing right next to Franklin, she heard their voices.

She curled her lips into a cold, disdainful smile.

"My life is up to me. You two are in no place to control my life! So, you'd

better save your energy."

“I would like to be with Franklin because we love each other, not

because of anything else. So ... What do you guys think it will take to

keep us apart? Feel free to try."

Sylvia said, a mocking look falling on Mrs. Maskelyne's face, "What do

you say? Loser."

Mrs. Maskelyne's face suddenly darkened. The last time when she

fought with Sylvia in the hospital, her martial arts skills were no match

for Sylvia. This was a fact.

That was her shame, and now Sylvia was bringing it up for ridicule.

Her heart was filled with hatred and her cold gaze was fixed on Sylvia,

"Bitch! Somebody! Smash her face!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the group of black-clad men

behind her pounced like wolves toward Sylvia and Franklin.

Sylvia stepped back and create some distance between herself and

Franklin.

She was about to fight when Franklin suddenly stepped in front of her,

reaching out and catching the nearest black-clad man.