After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"I dreamed of my sister.” He stretched out his arms and took Sylvia into his arms, "I haven't dreamed of her in years."

“You have a sister?" Sylvia always thought that he only had two siblings, James and Poppy.

"Yes, that year I went on a trip to the countryside with my sister, but we were lost. And worst still, we met traffickers. Then a little girl saved us. She was very strong and witty. She was very young but she knew how to make toy cannons. She blew the traffickers with cannons and untied my sister and me. Unluckily, the cannons were not powerful enough and the traffickers soon woke up. Then they chased us, and my sister fell off a cliff.”

Franklin stroked Sylvia's long hair, his voice was deep and hoarse. He was telling her a memory that he would never want to recall.

Sylvia looked at him with a tilted head. She didn't expect Franklin to tell her his secret.

Everybody had secrets that they didn't want people to know.

She was not a very curious person. She didn't like to inquire about other people's privacy.

But at this moment, she decided to ask for further information about it. So, she asked, "And then? Did you find your sister?"

“No, she died." Franklin's gaze was dark and painful as he stared blankly at the ceiling, “The little girl who saved me hid me in a cave, then she went to lure the traffickers away. She said she was very familiar with the mountains, so she would be fine. I can never forget the moment when she smiled back at me. Her smile so pure and clear."

"I didn't know that you had such an experience when you were a child. Fortunately, you were saved by the little girl.” Sylvia was a little confused. For some reason, some pieces of memories suddenly flashed in her mind when Franklin told the story.

Deep mountains, forests...

Before she could think further about it, she heard Franklin say, “Then I fell asleep in the cave and my parents came to find me. But I never saw the little girl again. Since then, I have been looking for her."

"Have you found her yet?"

"Yes, and she is Tiffany, but...she is no longer the kind and brave little girl she used to be." Franklin closed his eyes regretfully, "My sister was declared dead. For so many years, she has been a thorn in my heart. If I had held my sister's hand at that time, she would not have died.” "You were a child at the time, and her death was not your fault." Sylvia couldn't help holding Franklin's big palm, “It was an accident.” "Witnessing my sister's death was a great blow to me." Franklin's eyes were scarlet, and the great pain came over him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He lost control of his emotions.

He could hardly control the turbulent depression in his chest. He stood up suddenly and slammed his fist hard against the wall.

It seemed that only in this way could he vent all the anger, depression, and pain in his chest!

Sylvia was taken aback by the noise.

of bed and grabbed the man's bloody fist, "Franklin,

is Pearlhall Villa, not your home!

was scattered on his forehead. The anxiety

you, Franklin, wake up!"

suddenly realized that he was having his

was the first time she had

force. His deep eyes no longer looked gentle. Instead, he looked

Sylvia was anxious and angry. Franklin had lost his mind. He wouldn't

hint of anxiety in her watery eyes.

great strength. His hand

hurt her

to be crushed. Without thinking much, she stood on tiptoe, and kissed

electric charge seemed to surge through every particle of his

"Franklin, wake up."

whispering in his ear as he smelled the

reason, he felt something that could anesthetize his brain gradually

was manipulated by emotions, had

as if his heart had been hit by a

gradually stiffened, and his cold and manic expression was

He looked like a monster crawling out of a

front of him silently. Franklin's eyes

to be his true

Time seemed to freeze.

breathing. Seeing Franklin's eyes getting more and more ferocious, Sylvia

him up, then she didn't mind

half leaning against the wall

his brain was messed

himself and wanted to let out all his

lower lip, and blood gushed