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..."

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 no

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

some kind of magic that

Evans, extremely tired, slowly closed his eyes and

ward, Sylvia saw Tiffany

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

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

you please come,

Don't you like my clothes?"

had never seen someone so humble, so

enough that Franklin was ignoring

even

raised his head

is the

But his body is seriously injured, so he fell asleep again." Sylvia glanced at Neve and Tiffany.

When Neve heard that the old Evans

a flattering way. "Mr. Maskelyne, I know a good barbecue

fixed on Sylvia. "Are you on

back," Sylvia said and

Franklin immediately followed Sylvia.

day before yesterday. She is having an affair with Mr. Carr. Why is she so flirtatious? She

go back

It was night.

the

was pitch dark

on duty yawned and stood up to

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

the door very quickly and then snuck

approached the fragile old man lying on the bed step by

his eyes, staring at the big hands that were reaching

all over his body, no matter which one was pulled

hadn't told Sylvia about her identity

He couldn't die yet!

Not now!