After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

But all was too late now. Eddie wanted to murder him.

The old Evans's heart was broken.

The pain within was sharper than the pain in his body.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open.

A tall, beautiful woman stepped in. She looked at him expressionlessly. "Sylvia..." the old Evans called weakly.

Sylvia walked to the bed step by step, lowered her eyes, and looked at the old, dying man on the bed.

Was he really her family?

But why didn't she feel close to him?

Was it because her mother was kicked out of the family by him?

She had mixed feelings.

After a while, she finally spoke. "Is my mother your daughter?”

"Yes... She is." the old Evans nodded. “I am your grandfather.”

"But... Why can't I feel any connection between you and me?" Sylvia smiled mockingly.

"I wanted to ask you the first time I saw you. Is your mother alright?" What the old Evans wanted to know the most was Monica's news. "My dad said she died in a car accident when I was eight years old." Sylvia closed her eyes and reopened them.

She's dead? How come? How could she die so young? She is a genius! It must be my fault. I was too cruel to her..." the old Evans wept silently, laying weakly, trembling like a broken old bellows.

"Monica!"

"My daughter”

hurt so hard that he

running down. He was like an extinguishing

away

"Yes."

your birthday in

"Yes."

never came back. So, she kept you." the old

narrowed her eyes slightly. A thought suddenly flashed in her

said helplessly, "Your father is not

pounding. If Otto wasn't

Her mind went blank.

her sister who died with her mother? Who was the

to think about it

Why?

was trapped in a

solve

the morning when she walked out

was like a

and your mother, I've decided to hand over the Evans family to you." Eddie knew about this, that was why he wanted to murder the old

to the car

couldn't figure it

went out of the ward

black Bentley was parked at the

the handsome face of the man, which seemed cold in the night sky. Yet the moment Sylvia

into the car and sat beside him, tired. "Why are you here?" When

disturb him

reached out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand

head on his

up when we arrive home." Franklin's deep voice was like fine wine, especially

her head, stretched out her other hand, and put it on his