After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 608

"Mr. Cantrell, you really have a keen eye," Sylvia said modestly. "This is RL 133, it's good for your body when taken, but your lungs still need a detailed examination.”

"Can there be any misdiagnosis in the examination done at Urgford Hospital?"

River did not expect that Sylvia would take out RL 133 and was even more surprised that Sylvia really had medical skills.

The MI6 members were also stunned.

Mrs. Maskelyne really had medical skills?

And she even saved the old Mr. Bennett?

It was said that the old Mr. Bennett was unconscious for a long time and needed to undergo brain surgery.

But they didn't see it with their own eyes, so they were half-believing. When they heard Sylvia admit it, Isla suppressed her annoyance and smiled insincerely, "Miss Andrews, are you deliberately replacing someone else? Did you really save the old Mr. Bennett?"

Upon hearing Isla's words, Franklin's face darken and he spoke extremely coldly, "Isla, I was there at the hospital with my wife and saw it with my own eyes. Was what I said also false?"

Isla blinked her eyes several times; Franklin rarely used such a cold tone to speak to her.

aloof from everyone else around him, she could always comfort herself by thinking that he

defended and

that cold as he appeared to be; his tenderness was only given to a woman named Sylvia

what I meant; I didn't want to hurt Miss Andrews; I'm just afraid she'll cause trouble for you, for us MI6. After all, the Old Mr. Cantrell isn't an ordinary person." She pretended to be very considerate, as if she

It really disgusted Sylvia.

just take

the latter crossed her line. After taking RL 133, Ramiro drank some

with River's help, "RL 133 is expensive.

a pill, nothing special.” "Send someone to escort the Old Mr. Cantrell back,” Sylvia looked

disappointed. "Won't you perform?" He thought the zither and Sylvia were a perfect

was looking for someone fir for it, he specially invited

red, extremely gorgeous yet exuded the weight of

after seeing

play the zither, and I don't think I'm that person fit for it either. It

feel extremely comfortable; the Old Mr. Cantrell raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "I didn't expect Miss Andrews to keep her original intention.” He shook his head again,

at Sylvia once more before saying, “I remember this favor of yours

in return or repay me later on someday.” She continued calmly, "So it's just a