After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

His lovely face was like the best masterpiece from God.

Standing there, he naturally became the focus and put off a powerful vibe to make others respect him.

Right then, a tall, slender man got off from another car. He wore an easygoing smile on his handsome face.

When Franklin and Brayden showed up, all people's attention was attracted.

Sylvia got down from the car, striding toward the hospital building. Standing motionlessly, Franklin gazed at her in silence.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Sylvia wondered if it was her illusion that she felt a sudden drop in the temperature. Then she lifted her eyebrows. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She bypassed him and kept on walking. "I've just woken up."

She implied that she never answered phone calls while sleeping. Brayden watched the fun in amusement, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

“What happened to Franklin? Sylvia seemed to have no interest in him atall.'

"Howdy, Brayden?" Sylvia greeted Brayden for Mrs. Wright's sake. "Miss Andrews, Franklin has been pissed since getting up in the morning. Probably something is bugging him, or he's sick. Do you have any method to make him feel better?" Brayden said cheekily.

Sylvia replied indifferently, “Violence may be helpful. You can beat him up."

Franklin stuffed a hand into the pocket of his slacks, staring at Sylvia coldly. He finally had thought it over and figured out she had set him up to marry him in the past.

Then he couldn't wait to see her again. However, she cold shouldered him.

down the ladder, huh?" thought

she

even

fight back, but he wished more to take revenge in

Brayden. After the two

wait for the next one." Her words made Franklin's face darken. He slightly repressed his irritation and prompted, "Hurry up, sweetie. Don't be

voice brought goosebumps

seized her arm and dragged

on her. She raised her head to glare at him awkwardly, only to meet his

"Why are you in

eyes had seen through

lowered her eyes to

over to approach her, overwhelming her with a familiar

He whispered seductively, "Guess."

his mint scent, Sylvia dodged slightly. Her eyelashes

"Why should 1?"

When the elevator door slid open, she left. The old Wilson's operation was scheduled for the next morning. Sitting in the office, Sylvia browsed the old Wilson's health

and arms were diagnosed with comminuted fractures, and there were

and collarbones were

his organs

meant the old Wilson used to be pretty healthy

his wounds were not caused by accidents but

there was a curt knock on the door.

Dr. Sylvia. The head of the surgical department wants to discuss Mr. Mylo Wilson's operation

the health report,