After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 988

Chapter 988

The sound of footsteps grew closer until finally stopping in front of him.

He could clearly feel the other person's hurried breath.

Mixed with a hoarse voice of a middle-aged man, the voice sounded again in his ears, "Franklin, I am your father! Franklin, are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Don't worry, no matter the cost, I will cure you."

"Franklin..."

Franklin's cold voice interrupted the man's incessant concern, "I want to go home, back to Sylvia."

The President's eager and concerned expression suddenly seemed like it was doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, making him shiver.

All his words were instantly stuck in his throat, and it took him a while to say, "Franklin... you're sick, you can't go back."

"Besides, our father and son haven't been together for many years. Now I'm just a lonely man. I hope we can live happily together as father and son."

"It's just the two of us, no one else. Isn't that good?"

As he spoke, his eyes, which had always looked down on others, carried a hint of affection as he looked at Franklin. He tried to move him emotionally.

However... there was silence in the air, and the atmosphere became heavy and gloomy.

Franklin's handsome face remained calm and unaffected, as if he was talking to the air rather than himself.

The President looked at him and let out a heavy sigh, pain evident in his voice, "I sent you away back then because I had no choice. After all these years, do you still blame me?"

"Did you send me away? You clearly kicked me out and never allowed me to step foot here again." Franklin laughed coldly and sarcastically. His unfocused eyes were deep like the night. "I can't afford the President's mansion. Living here? I'm not worthy!"

The President felt as if he had been stabbed deeply and couldn't help but take two steps back, clutching his chest. "Franklin, do you hate me that much? But no matter how much you hate me, I am still your biological father."

"My biological father? He died in my heart a long time ago." Franklin chuckled softly. "So, Mr. President, what is there to say between us? Let me leave this place. Maybe I'll remember you a little bit fondly."

"Impossible! I won't let you go. You are my son, carefully groomed by me. Only you can inherit my position, no one else!" The President's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "This time, I will make sure to keep you by my side no matter what."

The doctor stood trembling beside them, wondering what kind of absurd scene this father-son reunion was.

If he knew these secrets, would the President secretly dispose of him?

He tried to shrink his presence as much as possible.

But at this moment, the President's sharp gaze suddenly fell on him. "How is he? Is he well?" The doctor wanted to cry...

He swallowed his saliva and reported Franklin's blindness to the President.

"Blind?" The President looked at Franklin in surprise, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

This was his most outstanding son, whom he had put so much effort into grooming. And yet? He was trapped in the tender embrace of that wretched woman Sylvia.

A great man like him couldn't be entangled with a woman every day.

So he had to make his son see clearly that Sylvia was nothing but trash.

The journey of a man is among the stars and seas, power and money. How could it be a tender embrace?

He despised Franklin for considering Sylvia so important.

"Can he regain his sight? How can he inherit my position if he's blind?" The President became anxious. A blind President would surely be ridiculed by the world.

And they would also ridicule him for choosing such an heir.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have given Franklin the Countless Love Ties poison but another kind of poison instead.

Countless Love Ties truly lived up to its reputation.

"The toxicity has been neutralized, but this is an aftereffect. He needs rest and recuperation," the doctor said cautiously. "So it's possible that Young Master still needs some time to recover his vision, and there's also the possibility of permanent blindness."

"Permanent blindness... that means he'll be blind forever?" The President's hopeful mood instantly fell into an abyss, feeling icy cold.

After a moment, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. "How could my son be blind? No matter what method you use, you must cure him for me!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. President, I will do my best," the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied.

He thought it would be a good job, but it turned out to be a difficult task.

It was truly frustrating.

Making him tread on thin ice.

This feeling...

Heartbreaking.

The President looked at Franklin again and softened his voice. "Rest assured and take care of your health. I will come to visit you tonight. You've lost weight recently, remember to eat nutritious meals."

Saying that, he turned to the doctor and said, "Arrange a nutritious meal for him."

The doctor immediately responded, "Please rest assured, Mr. President."

Aettosa International Airport.

Clare's helicopter slowly landed on the lawn. This was one of the landing spots for helicopters.

"His father? Tyrell?" Clare thought of that couple who had been thriving in the research field.

That couple didn't have a good reputation.

They were only after profit and loved money above all else. They used research as an excuse to gather funds.

So Tyrell was the first person she thought of.

Sylvia shook her head. "His father is someone else; Tyrell is his adoptive father."

Just as she was about to tell Clare about Franklin's background, Louis' phone rang. "Brother, what's up? Wood carving? Gift? Alright... I have to ask her if it's okay; I can't make decisions on my own. Wait for my message."

After hanging up the phone, Louis looked at his phone with a slightly embarrassed expression. "Sylvia... my niece... my disciple..."

Sylvia lazily rubbed her eyelids. "What is it? What do you want me to do?"

Just by listening to his tone, she knew he had ulterior motives and wanted something from her.

Louis smiled ingratiatingly. "Well... my brother heard that he wants to give a gift to the Presidential Mansion. So..."

"Sorry, I don't want to be your laborer." Sylvia lazily looked out the window.

Her mood was very low.

Louis knew as expected that Sylvia wouldn't agree so easily; he had no choice but to use his eloquence to persuade her. "The President has found his long-lost biological son, so my brother wants to give this son a gift. It definitely can't be something ordinary!"

"The President's son?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow after hearing his words.

In other words, the gift was meant for Franklin.

She smirked. "Alright! This son of the President happens to be someone I know."

"You know him?" Louis blinked his eyes curiously. "Is he an acquaintance of yours? Or is he from H Rovirsa?"

Sylvia glanced at him mischievously; suddenly she didn't want to tell him who that young master of the President was anymore.

She touched her chin; she inexplicably wanted to see what expression he would make when he found out Franklin was that young master!

Louis felt something was off; Sylvia agreed so quickly that it seemed strange to him.

He looked at her incredulously. "Did you really agree?"

Sylvia nodded with a smile. "I agreed."

Clare listened to their master-disciple conversation without being able to interject but was also curious about this son of the President.