After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 767

After Sylvia finished washing up and came to the dining table, she saw a box of cold medicine already placed on it. She sat down and heard Franklin's deep voice say, "The delivery guy just brought the medicine. We'll make a packet later."

Sylvia nodded her head, feeling warm inside. In fact, she thought that with her physical condition, she didn't need to take any medication for a minor cold.

Jasper came out carrying a bag of sandwiches.

Franklin smirked as he picked one up and offered it to Sylvia. "Try one." Sylvia glanced at him sideways; he was wearing a shirt and trousers with his long legs crossed elegantly, holding his breakfast cup in hand. His shirt buttons were neatly fastened all the way up to the top button - even his male hormones seemed to be buttoned there too.

His handsome features were bathed in morning sunlight as he moved gracefully - every movement exuding an aura of restraint yet seduction. Sylvia looked away suddenly as her heart skipped a beat.

After breakfast, they set off for the hospital with several gifts and flowers prepared along the way.

Inside an ordinary ward at the hospital, Brayden was sitting on a chair peeling apples for Cody when Mrs. Wright and Jenna walked in carrying food boxes. "The hospital meals aren't bad after all; it is still a big hospital,” Mrs. Wright said as they entered.

Jenna placed her buns on the table; today she had tied her hair into high ponytail looking cute and playful wearing yellow dress under white coat paired with small Martin boots making her look youthful yet adorable despite being slightly thin due to recent busyness which made people reluctant to look away from her face full of collagen without much makeup applied .

Brayden cut some apple into slices after peeling them, "Do you want some fruit?"

Jenna shook her head: "I had some breakfast earlier at restaurant; these are for Godfather and you."

Mrs. Wright held onto Jenna's hand. “This child has lost weight recently following you around Urgford eating so little.” She spoke while glancing over towards Cody lying on bed, "Has Mr. President said where we will be staying?"

Cody glanced at his phone, where Jorge had sent him the address. “Looks like we'll be staying in a big complex, not too far from the hospital.” They would have to go through some formalities before checking in, but that would have to wait until he was discharged.

"Well, that's good news," Mrs. Wright sighed. "Once we're settled in there, I'll take care of you and fatten you up a bit. You're way too skinny."

“Thank you so much,” Jenna felt touched by her words. She hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. "The Piano Association just messaged me on Facebook and told me to attend their meeting at ten o'clock tonight. Godfather and godmother, I'm going there first." “Brayden, why don't you accompany Jenna?" Mrs. Wright suggested quickly. "You're still young and can get along well with people from the association; if anyone bullies you or Jenna, make sure to tell your brother or me right away."

Jenna smiled sweetly at them both. "No one will bully me." Brayden took her out of the ward straight down into the underground parking lot. The car headed towards Urgford Piano Association while Jenna kept her head low without taking any interest in looking outside.

sensed something was off with her mood. "What's wrong? Did Mrs. Ritter give you a

planned; she had been constantly sarcastic towards Jenna - showing displeasure openly or subtly - those members

Brayden found out about this behavior from Mrs. Ritter, he would definitely confront her on

any trouble because of herself which could affect the Wrights’ reputation negatively. So she forced herself to smile: "It's nothing really - I'm just a small member who doesn't see much of her

over here recently Larro was preparing for joint concerts with

an emotional toll on Jenna. Even though it wasn't physically

of the Piano Association quickly, got out of the car and waved

if you need anything." Brayden watched her back as she walked away,

took the elevator and pressed 13th floor - where the Piano

stepped out of the elevator on 13th floor, she saw two receptionists chatting quietly with each

competition and it's super difficult to win. Our association hasn't had a winner for three years in a row. Every year we get brushed off, especially for that composition award - no one has ever won it

Playing piano is all about technique and talent; even if we can't get first place, we can still get second place at least. But composition is just too hard! They're all trembling while signing up for different competitions but no

Piano Association which represents H Rovirsa as a whole. I wonder how

conversation made

she entered the conference room, almost everyone was already seated

a corner seat and tried to minimize her presence

again, saying, “We will start our meeting in five minutes’ time so please take some time

in front of people; it made her feel uncomfortable especially since she lacked confidence compared with those internationally renowned

not to participate in any category; just be an observer on

members could be heard

category

playing the

going classical or

“I'll go classical.”

case I'll

having someone participate in the composition competition this year...

as long as it's not me. Going there would be embarrassing! Why bother

Mrs. Ritter's voice interrupted them once again, "Quiet down everyone, we're starting