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

He was like an extinguishing candle

right?" the old Evans wiped away his tears and looked at Sylvia with his

"Yes."

birthday in

"Yes."

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 been looking for her for so many years...but since

suddenly flashed in her mind, "So... Otto is

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

heart was pounding. If Otto wasn't

Her mind went blank.

her sister who died with her mother?

to think about

Why?

trapped

solve

the morning

was

make up for you 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

connected to the

couldn't figure it

went out of the ward

Bentley was parked at

lowered, revealing the handsome face of the man, which seemed cold in the night

him, tired. "Why are you here?" When she left, she was

disturb him

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

I'll wake you up when we arrive home." Franklin's deep voice

stretched out her other