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..."

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.

would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Fortunately, his

voice seemed to have some kind

tired, slowly closed his eyes and fell into a

ward, Sylvia

pocket and the other holding his phone. He was checking something on his phone.

you for a long time either, why don't

you

Why aren't you speaking? Don't you like

never seen someone so humble,

it obvious enough that Franklin was

Tiffany even get

the door, Franklin raised his head

the old Evans

glanced at Neve and Tiffany. “The patient is very weak. The doctors and nurses here will

old Evans was conscious, she got a terrible

still alive after such a car accident. She glanced at Tiffany, Franklin, and Sylvia, then smiled at Franklin in a flattering way. "Mr. Maskelyne, I know a good

on Sylvia. "Are

am going back,"

Franklin immediately followed Sylvia.

an affair with Mr. Carr. Why is she so

go

It was night.

twinkling in the sky. The moon was hidden

pitch

on duty yawned and

ward area. The moment she turned around, the black figure quickly approached the old Evans’

very quickly and then

approached the fragile old man lying on the bed step

the big hands that were reaching out to his ventilator.

no matter which one

hadn't told Sylvia

He couldn't die yet!

Not now!