Female Novel
Chapter 418
And the video of Brock and Roland's fight all caused a mighty uproar on Twitter.
"Oh my god, Roland is really scum."
"Is this what the truth was like back then?"
"Heard who Mr. Davila talked about when he was crying? He talked about my goddess!"
"My goddess is so beautiful and kind-hearted that she helped Mr. Davila expose the true color of that
scum."
"Roland, this is what happened back then!"
Poppy, who had been anxiously waiting at home, saw the heartbreaking video and retweeted it with the
text, "Mr. Davila's character has stood the test of time, while the scum only deserves to go to hell!"
After the release of the movie, she gained a large number of fans. Her role as a young assistant who
was deaf and mute for some time, was played by her extremely realistically.
There were even many fans who said that they were moved to tears watching it.
When she forwarded this, she immediately drove a lot of fans.
The fans made accusations of Roland, this hypocrite, like Poppy did.
The story of Roland's plagiarism of Brock was also dug out.
The moment the truth was revealed, everyone began to sympathize with Brock and hate Roland.
But they forgot that they also verbally attacked Brock back then.
They were blinded and sided with Brock, aiding him.
The keyboard warriors are always hiding behind the internet, constantly abusing and humiliating
whoever they wanted to.
Standing in front of the police station.
Brock, who had long since calmed down, said to Eden beside him, "Eden, let's go."
He had just took a step when a familiar voice came from behind him, "Brock ..."
It was Miah.
He stiffened, but forced himself not to look back at her. After a while, Brock said, "Madam, you and Mr.
Simon are not divorced, so please address me as Mr. Davila."
After saying that, he strode away without looking back.
Eden helplessly looked at the pale and weak Miah. She was also a poor woman.
Alas.
He sighed.
In a hospital in Aettosa.
The 13th floor 1303 VIP ward, the bright warm sunshine shed through the glass window onto the wide
bed.
On the bed quietly lay a handsome man.
The man's long eyelashes covered his eyes. With a straight nose, thin and sexual lips, he dressed in a
loose hospital gown, making others wonder how handsome and charming he was when he opened his
eyes.
Beside his bed was a sleeping woman. She was unparalleled in beauty, and her long black hair flowed
down her back.
The dark circles under the woman's eyes showed her recent state of sleep.
"Well..."
Suddenly.
The man on the hospital bed let out a soft whisper, immediately waking up the woman lying beside his
bed.
She opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow, looking at the man in the hospital bed who slowly opened
his eyes, "You're awake?"
Franklin just woke up, so he was still a little bit drowsy.
After a while, he looked at Sylvia as if he were waking up from a dream, and his voice was hoarse,
"Honey, where is this place?"
He surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings and was somewhat puzzled.
Why did he wake up in a strange place?novelbin
Sylvia stared at him for a while, and found that the look in the man's eyes was the cold one as before,
instead of the vicious one.
Only then did she tentatively say, "Franklin? You've recovered?"
Franklin rubbed his temples, which were somewhat swollen from a long coma, "What do you mean ..."
His voice froze and he jerked his head up to look at Sylvia, his face pale, "You mean, the split
personality of me came out?"
After the split personality came out, he would lose the memory of that split personality after he woke up
again.
So, whatever that split personality did, he knew nothing about it.
"Yes." Sylvia nodded, "You have a fever. This is Aettosa's hospital. We'll go home after the fever is
reduced."
Fever? Why did he need to come to Atetosa for the treatment of a fever?
Franklin couldn't figure it out, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.
The more it hurt, the more he wanted to know what the personality had done since it came out.
His biggest worry was ... whether that personality had done anything drastic to Sylvia!
"Don't you think too much." Sylvia, sensitive to his change, hurriedly said soothingly, "You are sick, a
very serious mental illness. So you need a good doctor to help you treat it, Lexton introduced a doctor.
I'll visit him in the next two days, he will definitely cure your illness."
What was she talking about? She was going to a doctor to help him with his illness?
She ...
Franklin's heart pounded.
What did she mean by this? Did she take his business so seriously? And she even came specifically to
Aettosa?
"Honey ..." Franklin wanted to say something, as if he had got a lot to say.
"Well, do not say anything." Sylvia stood up, poured him a glass of water and handed it to his hand,
"You drink some water first."
The warm water slid across his dry throat, and Franklin felt more comfortable.
Then Sylvia opened the thermos again, "Have some porridge. You've been in a coma for two days and
two nights. Tou should eat something."
"I want to eat the food you cook." Franklin looked at her with deep affection, and couldn't be more
touched. "This is what I made." Sylvia knew that this man, sick or not, no matter how old he was, was
so childish!
He even wanted a bowl of porridge to be made by her!
Hearing her words, Franklin beamed at Sylvia in satisfaction.
"Thank you."
Just hearing her say that she made it made his appetite increase.
Sylvia was helpless. She then poured him a bowl of porridge and brought it to him, "Have it."
At this time, Jasper returned to the hospital with an invitation, and he knocked on the door of the
hospital room to see this warm scene.
His heart instantly softened, "Mr. Maskelyne, you finally woke up. Do you know ..."
Before he finished speaking, Sylvia glanced at him suggestively, "Jasper, where are the daily
necessities I asked you to buy?"
Jasper was stunned and hurriedly said, "Oh, in the car. I was in a hurry to get up here and forgot to pick
them up."
Sylvia got up and walked out with him, "Let's go get them together."
Jasper immediately understood. Walking out of the door of the ward, he handed Sylvia an invitation,
"This is the invitation to Earl's wife Queena's birthday party. Miss Andrews, why don't you let me tell this
to Mr. Maskelyne?"