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 hourter, 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 ck shirt, his long legs elegantly folded. He was holding aptopputer at this


    time in dealing with business.


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


    He closed theptop, 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, hisrge palm sping her thin waist, "You lost a


    lot of weight."


    Sylvia pped 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 youter." 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.


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    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 eyshes covered her eyelids, and her


    delicate face looked tired.


    Franklin really felt sorry for her.


    He leaned over and nted 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 hourter.


    The car pulled up steadily to Townyer Vi.


    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 ck 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 ck cat in his arms, his grim eyes moving from Franklin to Sylvia.


    His gaze was really creepy.


    "I miss you. Can''t Ie 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 be 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. Maskelyneughed. The sharpugh 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 me 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 ck 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 ce 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. Thest 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 ck-d 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 ck-d man.