After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 298

The door was closed. It was quiet in the room.

Sylvia was a little flustered and there was panic in her.

She couldn't help but take out her phone and sent Franklin another message, but there was still no

reply from him.

She put the phone back on the bedside table.

Her mind was a mess.

When Franklin woke up again, he found himself lying in a private jet.

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He was about to sit up.

Suddenly, a sweet voice came, "You are up! Lie down still."

Franklin looked over, "Taryn..."

Taryn put down the fashion magazine in her hands and smiled at him, "Dad and mom said I could go

back to H Rovirsa with you."

"How could they agree?" Franklin shook his aching head and sat up.

Taryn poured him a glass of water. "Mom and Dad said you were not very well when you came to

France and that I should take care of you."

"Taryn..." Franklin looked at her and found that she didn't change much from the last time he saw her.

Taryn and Makena were twin sisters, but they had different temperaments.

Taryn was outgoing and sweet while Makena was quiet and gentle.

As the eldest child in the family, Taryn had always been a sensible person and had never caused

anyone any trouble. She always brought everyone peace.

In the face of her, Franklin couldn't bear to hurt her with his indifference.

"Taryn, have you seen my phone?" Franklin hesitated for a moment and asked.

Taryn took a phone out of her bag and handed it to him. "Is this yours?"

Franklin took it over and found that it was out of power.

He looked out at the blue sky and white clouds.

Makena's death anniversary was his annual punishment.

His parents would never let go of this opportunity to torture and abuse him.

However, as cruel as Tyrell and Kaitlin were, they raised someone as bright as Taryn.

Every time, when he saw how much they doted on Taryn, he would wonder if his parents had ever

loved him.

But they had reason to. He was banned and kicked out, he deserved no one's love.

When he was kicked out back then, it was his parents who took him in.

Franklin closed his eyes and stopped thinking.

He got Makena killed.

He had to take the punishment.

Now that Taryn was going back to H Rovirsa with him, he just wanted to keep her safe.

At dawn, the jet arrived at SouthStar Airport.

Franklin turned on the charged phone, and he found that four days had already passed.

He spent four days in Paris.

There were countless missed phone calls on the phone.

They were from Jasper, Sylvia, and others.

And there were a lot of text messages.

Sylvia had been sending him messages every day, asking what had happened and where he was.

Franklin was moved.

He didn't expect that she had been so worried about him when he was away.

He finally felt some warmth.

Someone in the world still cared for him.

He had been feeling desperate and now... he saw the hope of life.

He was rescued by Sylvia.

In the Townyer Villa, Sylvia rushed here right after she received the phone call from Franklin.

Without thinking, she opened the door with her fingerprint.

"Frankie, someone's here," a sweet woman's voice came.

Hearing the woman's voice, Sylvia was stunned.

All her excitement and joy were gone.

She felt hurt.

Why was there a strange woman here?

She suddenly felt she was a joke.

A complete joke.

She had been worried about him and sent out all the men she could find to look for him while he

brought a woman here.

He turned off his phone the last few days so that he could spend more time with her, didn't he?

Sylvia couldn't help but have a bee in her head.

She couldn't imagine what had happened exactly between the two of them.

Taryn stood up from the sofa and looked at Sylvia curiously. Sylvia was wearing white clothes and

looked extremely beautiful under the lights.

How beautiful she was!

Taryn was somewhat unhappy. When did Franklin meet such a beautiful woman?

Why didn't she know it?

Sylvia was in no mood to look at Taryn. She saw Franklin come out of the bathroom on the first floor

with his hair wet.

He was in a black bathrobe and she could see his chest.

Sylvia looked at him.

How ridiculous! He seemed close with the woman in pajamas here, wearing a simple bathrobe.

Were they going to have sex later?

What was she to him then?

Oh, right. They had divorced.

He could sleep with any woman he wanted.

She was just his ex-wife.

Sylvia took a deep breath. She had a lot of questions in mind, but she couldn't speak out any of them.

She turned around and walked out.

Franklin didn't expect her to arrive so soon. Seeing her long face, he dropped the towel in his hands

and immediately went after her.