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”

so hard that

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

the old Evans wiped away his tears and looked at

"Yes."

birthday in

"Yes."

you then. Your mother was pregnant all of a sudden and 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

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

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

was pounding. If Otto

Her mind went blank.

died with her mother? Who was the father

dare to think

Why?

was trapped in

wanted to solve it,

morning when she walked

was

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

Eddie connected to

figure it

of the ward

Bentley was

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

and sat beside him, tired. "Why

disturb him from sleeping but

grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand with his big

head on his shoulder wearily.

we arrive home." Franklin's deep voice

her other hand, and