After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia walked over quickly and saw several nurses trying to stop Neve and Tiffany, who wanted to enter the room.

Sylvia frowned. Her beautiful face paled under the light of the corridor. "What's going on?"

"Miss Andrews!" The nurses rushed to her as if they saw a savior. "They want to break into the ward."

"Leave it to me," Sylvia said expressionlessly.

Neve glared at Sylvia, pointing at her. “Is it you? It's you, right? It's you who asked them to stop us, isn't it?"

“Mrs. Evans." Sylvia looked at Neve's arrogant look and sneered, “The old Evans is not ready for visitors. He is very weak now. He's got multiple fractures all over his body. And he is old. Are you caring about him by being noisy?"

Neve was guilty after hearing Sylvia's words.

Her arrogance faded a little bit.

Yet she insisted, "I don't care, I can't sleep until I see my dad safe and sound.”

Tiffany didn't speak. She was thinking about how Isaac and Sylvia sat side by side at the Golden Restaurant that day.

Sylvia was such a flirtatious bitch! Why wouldn't she let Franklin go when she had such a gorgeous man as Isaac?

Sylvia was Issac's sister? That was bullshit!

It would be more exciting to have sex with a so-called brother, wouldn't it?

Tiffany was pissed off when she thought about this.

She told herself she must get something on Sylvia.

Sylvia and the attending doctor entered the ward to check on the old Evans’ condition.

The old Evans had a strong desire to live.

The moment he saw Sylvia, his eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand towards Sylvia. His lips moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

He tried several times with all his strength and finally muttered a word. "Sylvia..."

held his skinny palm and said softly, "Sir, don't worry. I don't know what you wanted to ask me that day, but nothing is more important than your health. We'll talk about it when you feel better." The old Evans was severely injured. And he could never recover

broken. Presumably, he would spend the rest of his life

have some kind of magic that made people

slowly closed his eyes

Sylvia saw

his phone. He was checking something on his phone. Tiffany, in high heels, was looking up

haven't eaten barbecue for a long time, and I haven't seen you for a long time either, why don't we go have

treat! Would you

you

never seen someone

that

Tiffany even

the sound of the door, Franklin raised his head reflexively. Then, he

is the old Evans

he fell asleep again." Sylvia glanced at Neve and Tiffany. “The patient is very weak. The doctors and nurses here will take care of him, you can go back

Neve heard that the old Evans was

accident. She glanced at Tiffany, Franklin, and Sylvia, then smiled at Franklin in a flattering way. "Mr.

on Sylvia.

am going back,"

Franklin immediately followed Sylvia.

with Mr. Carr. Why is she

go back

It was night.

a few stars were twinkling in the sky. The moon was hidden in

was pitch

nurse on duty yawned and stood up to

that a dark figure was sneaking into her ward area. The moment she turned around, the black figure quickly

pushed open the door very quickly and

fragile old man lying on the bed

his eyes, staring at the big hands that were reaching out to his ventilator.

all over his body, no matter which one was pulled out, he would

Sylvia

He couldn't die yet!

Not now!