After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Looking at the dead cat on the ground, no one went up to take care of its corpse.

Tyrell was a ruthless and horrifying man.

"Frank." He called Franklin.

Franklin was stunned and looked up at Tyrell.

"Father."

"So, you still remember I'm your father?"

Tyrell snorted.

"Father..."

“You haven't visited your mother and me for almost two years. You must think you have grown mature enough to live without us now." “I'm sorry."

“I heard you divorced,” Tyrell said in a stern voice. He knew that his son didn't have much love for him.

Maybe he had been desperate to cut off all connection with him. Or maybe he might even want to...

"Father, you didn't care when I got married. Why are you asking me about my divorce now?" Franklin looked aloof.

Their relationship was even worse than that between two strangers. "Why should I care? You don't deserve it," Tyrell said coldly, "And you know why. You are the cruelest man in the world. You killed your sister. She was such a sweet girl and you killed her!"

Franklin lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"If accusing me is what you want me here for, there's no need for that." The anger in his eyes gave him away.

He felt heartbroken at the mention of his elder sister.

“You don't deserve anyone's love, so you divorced. And look at you, you can't even keep a woman. You are useless! You have money and power, so what? Your wife left you. Why? Because you are simply trash! You are a murderer who killed your sister!"

Tyrell started at Franklin, suddenly got up, walked up to him, and his cold voice sounded in Franklin's ear.

you're garbage. You're a waste! Of course, your wife would leave you. Because you

"Stop! Stop talking!"

next to

Blood gushed out.

and his demon-like voice echoed in the hall. He grabbed Franklin's hand, “Look, you can bleed? My daughter, died bleeding and it hurt thousand times more than you do

waste any

woman's voice

stairs. She looked gorgeous, in a tailored dress that was embroidered with flowers. But her words were

walked up to Franklin. Her eyes blazed with

him in the face, but Franklin had been numb and didn't feel any pain. "You know why we called you

eyes were bloodshot and he stared at everyone

hurt... his heart hurt as

his head was going

you? I am so sad. I can hardly

Despair overwhelmed Franklin.

in guilt and pain for all these years and he had been

It was his fault...

all his

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a sudden and hit his head on the

said to the men in black standing in the hall, “Lock him in the cage, and don't give him

Franklin, who was in

bloodshot and he wanted to let it

bear the pain and despair no

lost all

tried again and again but

fight Franklin at

used a tranquilizer gun and shot Franklin,

in black, Kaitlin

the annual torture of him is interesting?" Tyrell held her waist. "Moreover, he makes our

kissed Kaitlin on