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”

heart hurt so hard that he

Evans’ tears kept running down. He

the old Evans wiped away his tears and

"Yes."

birthday

"Yes."

she wouldn't tell me what happened. I was so angry that I drove her out of the family. She was stubborn. And she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I have been looking

thought suddenly flashed in her mind, "So... Otto is not

the old Evans said helplessly, "Your father is not worthy of your

was pounding. If Otto wasn't her father,

Her mind went blank.

sister who died with her mother? Who was the father of her

to think

Why?

was trapped in a

to solve it,

already two o'clock in the morning when

head was like a

she left the ward, "To make up for you and your mother, I've decided to hand over the

to the car

couldn't figure it

out of the ward

was parked at

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

sat beside him, tired. "Why are you here?"

disturb him from

Franklin reached out to grab her cold hand, and tightly

his shoulder wearily.

arrive home." Franklin's deep voice was like

her other hand, and put it on