Female Novel
Chapter 420
"I don't want him to worry." Sylvia lowered her eyes and took the invitation, her voice tinged with faint
coldness and worry, "The Hipps family has wide connections in Aettosa. I hope everything will go well."
She simply told Franklin she was going to the doctor, but she didn't tell him she was going to attend
Queena's birthday party alone.
She put the invitation away and then said to Jasper, "Let's go to the supermarket in front of the hospital
to buy some daily necessities."
After about ten minutes or so, Jasper and Sylvia were carrying some daily necessities together, such
as tissue, shampoo ...
Carrying these two bags, they came back to the ward.novelbin
Franklin was sitting on the hospital bed reading a magazine. When he saw the two of them, he could
not help but frown, "Why did you buy so much?"
"For daily needs." Sylvia smiled and said, "Do you feel unwell?"
Franklin shook his head. His eyes filled with affection, he stared at her for a while before saying, "Do
you have anything to say to me?"
Did it more than ten minutes to walk from here to the underground parking lot?
He didn't believe it.
So ... these two were hiding something from him.
Sylvia sat down in front of the hospital bed and took his big, cold palm, "You just need to get a rest in
bed."
She gently patted the back of his hand, "I still have something to do. I'm going out first. Jasper is here
with you."
There were still a lot of things that needed to be prepared for the party tomorrow, so she couldn't stay
at the hospital all the time.
"Where are you going? What for?"
"I'll tell you when I get back." With that, the tall, slender woman stood up from the bed and left without
looking back.
Franklin, however, narrowed his eyes, his expressionless face betrayed no emotion.
"What's she doing there?"
The man's low voice rang in his ears, but it sounded like ... the devil from hell to Jasper's ears.
He swallowed and stammered, "I, I don't know."
"Tell the truth."
Jasper didn't dare to look at Franklin's cold, horrific look, only to feel that the air around him seemed to
have thinned.
A chill ran down his back.
"She ..."
Five minutes later.
The atmosphere in the ward was tense.
Jasper hung his head low and looked up cautiously at Franklin. He had told everything to Franklin
without making a lie.
But why did he still have a stern face?
As if sensing Jasper's gaze, Franklin shifted his sharp gaze towards Jasper, "Go!"
"Go?" Jasper froze.
"Yes." The man said, lifting the quilt, and got out of bed smoothly.
'Where do we go?' But Jasper didn't have a chance to ask, because Franklin was heading outside, and
he had to follow him.
The box office of 'Top Idol's Trash Picking up' was a success, breaking records every day.
The day Sylvia left it was 800 million, now it was over a billion and still growing.
Brock returned to his apartment and sat on the sofa, unable to calm down for a long time.
He gently walked to his son's room. The child was quietly lying in bed asleep.
His little chest was rising and falling with his breathing, and he was sleeping soundly.
Looking at his sleeping face, his eyes could not help but redden.
If this was all a dream, how good it would be. If only their home was not broken up.
Unfortunately ... so much had changed as time went by.
Everything had changed.
His nose twitched, and he quietly walked out again, closing the door quietly.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
He walked over and picked it up.
It was the notification that 'Top Idol's Trash Picking up' had been shortlisted for the Golden Cattle
Awards.
Awards included Best Newcomer Award, Best Actor Award, Best Screenplay Award, Best Director
Award ...
It was a notice from the organizer.
Brock looked at the message and could not return to his senses for a long time.
It had been too long ...
It had been really too long.
He had waited for so many years, and finally his work was once again shortlisted for H Rovirsa's most
influential film awards.
He covered his face with his hands and couldn't help but sob.
He made it ...
But he didn't have the joy he thought he would have. Roland was caught, but he didn't have the joy of
revenge either.
There was only confusion and emptiness.
His heart was empty, as if he had lost all the goals of life all of a sudden.
Brock could not sleep, he began to clean up the house, he still did not know why Sylvia would come to
him.
There were so many directors more talented and famous than he was, but ...
Why did she come to him?
His head was in turmoil and he unconsciously fumbling for anything.
When he came to a bookshelf, his body was unstable and he hit it hard.
Several books fell from the top of the bookshelf, and fortunately he dodged quickly, otherwise it would
have hit him on the head.
All these books were brought back from the shantytown.
He knelt down on the ground and picked up the books to put them away.
But then he saw a photo floating down to the ground from one of the books.
He curiously picked up the photo, only to see a dignified and beautiful woman holding a tall and a short
girl in the photo, and he was standing behind the woman. He was then about early twenties, much
younger than now.
Next to him were several of his former classmates.
Brock looked at the photo in shock as the memories came to his mind.
"Dr. Evans ..."
This was a photo of him and his school doctor Dr. Evans in the year he graduated. His family was not
rich. The school doctor Dr. Evans was very kind and always helped him.
When he heard that Dr. Evans had died in a car accident with his young daughter, he was very sad and
sorry.
He had earned a little money at that time, and was paid a little for his internship at a film studio.
He went to Dr. Evans' daughter's school a few times and brought her some snacks and clothes.
Then ... the teacher told him that the child had changed school and was taken back to the countryside
by her grandmother.
Brock's head buzzed.
The photo was old, slightly moldy and yellowish.
But his eyes were drawn to the determined look in Dr. Evans' oldest daughter's eyes. This look ... and
Sylvia's seemed to be the same.