After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

As Sylvia listened to Mark's words, a twinge of pain surged through her heart.

At first, it felt like being bitten by ants, then it was like being pierced by a steel needle, followed by an onslaught of countless steel needles that made her almost suffocate. She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

Her phone rang, it was Clare calling.

"Sylvia, have you returned to the country? Mr. Fox and I are preparing to leave Larro and go back to Aettosa. Why don't you come with us?"

Clare was busy packing their luggage while making the call. "Sylvia, bring Franklin and stay with your mother in Aettosa for a while, okay?"

"Uncle... Maybe... Franklin can't come." Sylvia's voice carried an inexplicable sense of melancholy. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I'll go alone."

"He's the CEO, he must be very busy. I'm just worried that if you go alone, Franklin will miss you. Haha..." Clare was unaware of Franklin's situation and laughed it off. "Send me your location, I'll come find you." Sylvia ignored Clare's words, her expression still calm. She had no idea how Franklin was doing at the moment.

She sighed and went back to her room to pack her things.

*

Aettosa Presidential Palace.

Backyard villa area.

In a luxurious bedroom, a young man lay quietly on a soft and spacious bed. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut. If it weren't for his steady breathing, it would seem as if he had lost consciousness. The doctor stood by his side, observing his condition.

Just then, the door was pushed open from outside. The doctor saw the person and immediately stood up. "Mr. President."

"How is he today?" The President came to the bedside expressionless, looking down at the young man on the sickbed.

"He's still not awake, but we have extracted some poisoned blood from him. The color of the blood after being poisoned is becoming more vibrant each time. It used to be black." The doctor quickly reported and explained the situation.

The President seemed to relax a little. "That's good. He will wake up eventually. I'll come back tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around to leave.

Just then, the fingers of the man lying on the bed trembled slightly.

The doctor exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. President, he moved... His fingers moved."

The President, who had already turned around, immediately turned back with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Franklin, can you hear my voice?"

"Franklin, are you awake?"

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Where is his wife... Where is his wife?

Franklin felt his head in a state of confusion, dazed and uncomfortable.

His eyelids felt heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. He tried several times but couldn't open them.

Soon, he fell into endless darkness again.

Seeing Franklin's closed eyelids move for a moment and then return to calmness, disappointment appeared on the President's face. "If there are any changes, inform me immediately." With that, he shook his head and left.

The doctor sat back down, it seemed that the young master wouldn't wake up today.

Several hours passed quickly, and it was already evening.

As night fell, a cool breeze blew in.

The doctor got up to close the windows and pulled the curtains as he did so.

When he finished everything and turned around, he found that the man lying quietly on the bed had slowly opened his eyes and was about to sit up.

He was taken aback. Awake?

He woke up so quietly?

He steadied himself and finally looked at the man on the sickbed. The man was young and handsome, with a face that could rival any popular star. His perfect physique, even though slightly emaciated due to the poisoning, still showed well-defined muscles that were incredibly attractive.

Thank goodness he was a man! If it were a female doctor, she might have had a nosebleed.

"You're awake?"

Franklin heard a stranger's voice and was momentarily stunned.

He had just woken up but found that his vision was completely dark.

There was nothing, he couldn't see anything.

He reached out to support his weak body and struggled to sit up. He was about to ask if there was anyone in the room when he heard a stranger's voice.

He narrowed his unfocused eyes slightly, even though there was no light in his eyes, they still exuded a chilling coldness.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am the President's personal

doctor, and this is Aettosa

Presidential Palace. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want

something to eat? You've been net

unconscious for three days and three nights." The doctor explained softly while observing his expression.

Franklin's chest tightened. "Presidential Palace..."

This was where he was born... How did he end up here?

"Where is my wife? I demand to see my wife immediately." Franklin spoke coldly, his voice filled with impatience. "I don't want to be here. I must go home."

"Young master, this is your home! You are the President's biological son who has been separated from him for many years and has just returned to the Presidential Palace. Don't worry, the President loves you very much. He even found an antidote specifically for Countless Love Ties poison for you From now on, you will be the rightful heir to the presidency."

The doctor spoke enthusiastically as if he were a dutiful NPC, recounting everything he knew.

"And when the President retires in the future, won't you become the new President? Besides... The President only has one son under his name now!"

"One heir... It also avoids any power struggles or fratricidal dramas for the presidency. It's simply fantastic!"

He was getting carried away with his words but was interrupted by a cold laugh.

The doctor froze. "Young master, why are you laughing?"

Franklin's unfocused gaze found its way to where the voice came from accurately. "Why should I become the heir to the presidency? I have no interest in it." "Uh... Don't men dream of becoming the number one person in this country? Isn't it every man's dream?" The doctor said awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I just want to go home and be with my wife." Franklin's voice remained icy as if covered in frost. "Can you help me regain my sight?"

"What? You can't see?!" The doctor put aside his gossiping nature and became extremely nervous. "Young master, please wait here. I'll examine you immediately."

He hurriedly ran out and told several bodyguards at the door, "Quickly, help me take the young master to the examination room. Notify the President immediately that the young master has woken up."

Jasper had been standing at the door all this time without closing his eyes for days.

If it weren't for the young master's

condition, he would have fought tooth and nail when the President took him away. But... He also wanted the young master to survive, so he understood best what choices his wife had made.

He couldn't forget Sylvia's silent and sorrowful expression before she left.

Now hearing the doctor's words, he immediately stood up. "Doctor, has our young master woken up?"

"Yes, he has woken up. We need to do a full-body examination." The doctor quickly said, "The examination room is right next door."

Without daring to delay any further, Jasper and several bodyguards rushed into the room and prepared to lift Franklin onto a stretcher when they were stopped by the man himself.

"I can go by myself."

He didn't want to become a useless person.

He only lost his sight; he didn't lose his ability to walk.

Why did they have to carry him?

Even though his eyes lacked focus, his imposing aura still intimidated everyone present.

Those bodyguards naturally didn't dare to speak anymore, and neither did the doctor.

He searched for the cause of Franklin's blindness.

Sitting on a chair, Franklin extended his arm while the doctor skillfully drew blood from him.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed followed by an urgent voice of a middle-aged man saying, "Is he awake? Finally awake?"

Since losing his sight, Franklin had become particularly sensitive to voices. Hearing this voice that had once sounded by his side during childhood, he didn't turn around but remained seated calmly on the chair