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..."

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

his legs were broken. Presumably, he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Fortunately, his

have some kind of magic that made

extremely tired, slowly closed his eyes

ward, Sylvia saw Tiffany

the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. He was checking something on his phone.

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

treat! Would you

speaking? Don't you like

had never seen someone so humble,

that

even get a

his head reflexively. Then, he smiled

is the old Evans

fell asleep again." Sylvia glanced at Neve and Tiffany. “The patient is very weak. The doctors and nurses here will take care of

that the old Evans was conscious, she got a terrible

flattering way. "Mr. Maskelyne,

Franklin's gaze was fixed on Sylvia. "Are you

going back," Sylvia said and

Franklin immediately followed Sylvia.

with Mr. Carr. Why is she so flirtatious?

let's go

It was night.

stars were twinkling in the sky. The moon

was pitch dark

on duty

didn't notice that a dark figure was sneaking into her ward area. The moment she turned around, the black

open the door very quickly and

old man lying on the bed step by

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

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

hadn't told Sylvia

He couldn't die yet!

Not now!