After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 256

He couldn't hurt Sylvia.

He stretched out his hands and subconsciously wanted to hug her, but the next second, he violently

pushed her away again, using less strength.

"Go, go away!"

Sylvia looked at Franklin. Blood oozed from his lips and dripped down to the floor.

"Go! Didn’t you hear me?" Franklin raised his hand and was about to push her further away when

Sylvia caught his wrist. She stared at him, "Franklin! Wake up. I'm Sylvia!"

"Sweetie... Go away!" The pain came to him again and Franklin screamed in pain.

He roared like a trapped beast and punched his fist into the wall again. There was the smell of blood in

the air.

His black shirt had been torn, showing his chest. Sylvia could see his muscles.

Pain and mania caused him to bite his palm as if this was the only way to ease his pain.

Sylvia looked at him in madness and shuddered.

He would rather hurt himself than hurt her...

No, she couldn't watch him hurt himself and do nothing.

Sylvia quickly walked to the drawer and began to find her silver needles. She had just used them the

day before yesterday. Why couldn't she find them now?

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, Franklin's voice sounded behind her.

Sylvia turned to look at him in surprise and saw her bag of silver needles in his hand.

She was stunned, "You... Why did you take my needles?"

"You expect me to do nothing after you stung me?" Franklin said with blood in his mouth.

His eyes glinted with viciousness, and he looked at Sylvia as if he was looking at a dead person.

Sylvia felt very uncomfortable. When did Franklin steal her silver needles?

"Franklin? You have regained your wits?"

"You have a pretty face, but unfortunately, you are nothing but a tool to be used."

What on earth was he talking about?

Sylvia took a deep breath. When she was about to lose her temper, she gritted her teeth and thought to

herself. Franklin was sick, she couldn't reason with a sick person, could she?

Although she didn't have her silver needles now, she had something else.

Franklin sneered. "Are you so obsessed with men, unbuttoning my shirt? It seemed that he had a

terrible taste for women."

Sylvia looked at Franklin in front of her. He was covered in blood with a wicked expression. He looked

different than usual.

He looked nothing like Franklin Maskelyne she knew.

It was as if he had changed into a completely different man.

She glanced at him, "Can you tell me who you are?"

"Would you let me fuck you if I told you?" Franklin approached her step by step until their bodies clung.

Sylvia began to feel uneasy and had a bad feeling.

Did Franklin have any other diseases?

No, it was impossible!

The idea flustered her and she had to confirm it, "Are you Franklin?"

"Of course." Franklin fixed his eyes on her and suddenly chuckled. He carried her up and tossed her

onto the bed.

Then, he got on top of her and Sylvia could hardly move. With a wicked smile, he said, "You wanted to

seduce me, didn't you? Come on."

Sylvia had to admit that he was as handsome as always even after he turned into a pervert.

But it didn't mean she would give in.

"I'm sorry. I don't sleep with men other than Franklin, even if you are living inside him!"

She gave a charming smile and glanced out of the window.

She put her arms around Franklin's neck and fixed him.

The next second, before Franklin realized it, he was shot by a string of liquid. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

With his eyes widened, he passed out and fell down the bed.

Logan jumped in through the window and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Sylvia, how was my shooting skill?"

"You didn't disappoint me," Sylvia praised.

At that moment, Mark and Vaild pushed the door open and walked in. "Sylvia, what's wrong with

Franklin? Was he out of his mind?"

"It was his mania," Sylvia answered, "Get him in bed."

Logan, Mark, and Vaild had been waiting outside and they had heard the noises.

They had been waiting for an opportunity.

When Sylvia glanced at him through the window just now, she decided to lead Franklin on so that

Logan could shoot him. That string of liquid was anesthetic.

It wouldn't hurt him.

"His mania was scary. It was terrifying." Logan had been observing everything on the tree just now and

seeing how Franklin looked.

Not even Sylvia could fight him when he was out of his mind.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have asked him that question."

Sylvia felt a bit tired after the fuss. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she asked, "Is there any news about

Jenna?"

"No. We couldn't find her. It seems that she has disappeared." Vaild shook his head.

"Somehow, I felt close to her as if she was my younger sister." Sylvia sighed. "I hope she's safe and

sound."

"It hurts..."

Lying in bed, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

With her mind blank, Jenna stared at the ceiling.

Where was she?

She looked around the room and felt it was strange.

The room was simply decorated and there was a vase near the bedside table in which there were a few

sunflowers.

There was a new closet opposite the bed. It was pink.

Even the curtains were pink and decorated with some stars.

It was a girl's bedroom, obviously.

She sat up in bed.