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

old Evans’ tears kept running down. He was like an extinguishing candle in the

Evans wiped away his tears and looked at Sylvia with his cloudy

"Yes."

your birthday in

"Yes."

she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I have been looking for her for so many years...but since she left the Evans family, there has been no news of her. I don't know why she

slightly. A thought suddenly flashed

Evans said helplessly, "Your father is

heart was pounding. If Otto wasn't her father,

Her mind went blank.

her

dare to think

Why?

was trapped in a

to solve

was already two o'clock in the morning when she walked out

was like a

you and your mother, I've decided to hand over

connected to the

figure

went out of

was parked

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

sat beside him, tired. "Why

want to disturb him from sleeping but

take you home." Franklin reached out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand

put her head on his shoulder wearily. "I'm

home." Franklin's deep voice was like fine wine,

suddenly raised her head, stretched out her other hand, and put