After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 817

Ashlyn sat on the sofa, completely lost in thought. "It's really Sylvia..." she muttered to herself. How could there be a woman like her in this world?

The sun had risen and Ashlyn and her daughter had been sitting on the sofa all night without sleep. They were supposed to attend the Graley Piano Competition farewell banquet that afternoon, looking glamorous and beautiful. But now... they were embarrassed enough to hide themselves.

Meanwhile, Sylvia and Franklin had woken up. As Sylvia pulled back the curtains, she saw dark clouds looming outside - it was obvious that it was going to rain soon.

"I didn't expect today would be so gloomy," she said as she watched the grass droop down under the weight of raindrops.

The once vibrant morning was now extremely low-pressure; oppressive silence enveloped everything around them.

Sylvia glanced at her phone absentmindedly only to find more than ten missed calls from Jenna, Mrs. Wright, Logan, Eden... and Ramiro?

She felt confused for a moment before remembering that last night before going to bed she recorded an audio message for Maskelyne Group, just being cooperative but not letting Ashlyn trample over her head with impunity.

But then Twitter exploded with negative comments about Ashlyn's behavior towards Sylvia...

Franklin looked at her helplessly as he handed over Ramiro's musical instrument which he passed down onto Sylvia. "Ramiro has passed it on you."

Sylvia was scrolling through messages when Franklin spoke up again, "He thinks you are his successor."

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow skeptically while Franklin pinched her cheek affectionately. "Yes! He tweeted about it last night."

"I don't want it." She groaned feeling overwhelmed by all of these responsibilities thrust upon her shoulders yet again.

Just as she picked up Ramiro's call intending on declining his offer politely, he spoke first, "Miss Andrews," Ramiro sounded tired but sincere. "I apologize for giving you my instrument without your permission but I truly believe that only you deserve such an honor..." He sighed deeply into his phone receiver. "My health is deteriorating day by day... Miss Andrews... you really are..."

And then there was silence on both ends of the line...

Sylvia was in a difficult position. She had intended to refuse, but Ramiro's words made it hard for her to say no.

"Don't talk like that, Mr. Cantrell. Maybe you'll recover," Sylvia whispered, trying to comfort him.

not for long. This is my only wish in life - to have my instrument taken care of. Miss Andrews, please come back and collect my piano after you return home. I'll hold a ceremony and I hope you

old Cantrell. Sylvia won't

the phone, Sylvia finally calmed down. Her beautiful face was full of sadness as she thought about how Ramiro had terminal

resist it forever. RL 133 isn't a cure-all," Franklin comforted her

in agreement - RL 133 could prolong life but couldn't cure all diseases - especially those that

Ramiro

farewell banquet for Graley Piano Competition was held at the top floor hall of

her face burned painfully red from embarrassment; it felt

I told you we didn't need to come here! We could just go back home!" Ashlyn

opportunity to network with big shots! What will happen if we leave now? Sylvia has such

dare look at anyone!" Ashlyn blushed deeply as she spoke; she simply couldn't calm herself

when considering all those evidences on social media including insults and celebrity endorsements, they were

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celebrities mingled together before turning away quickly without making eye contact

firm. "Mom did it all for you. I heard that the Spencer family's young master, Alejandro

you catch Alejandro's eye and marry into the Spencer family, then you'll truly be on top

mother and daughter both smiled with joy. "Could it be Mr. Alejandro

the entrance where guests automatically

revealed her beautiful collarbone while reflecting light off its fabric in an elegant curve from high

seemed fragile yet

an intricate bun which contrasted perfectly with her fair skin tone creating

walked through yellowish white light like a fairy goddess beside Franklin who wore his bespoke suit tailored to perfection around his long legs giving him an ai

they were immediately disappointed because the comers were

a voice rang out from near the entrance

but before he could get close enough, he extended his hand

said nonchalantly, shaking

him, then turned towards Sylvia, extending his hand, ready

really was; although he himself was quite handsome compared to most men but still not comparable with Franklin whose looks were unforgettable. Sylvia glanced at him and simply nodded in greeting,

attitude towards Franklin, her eyes suddenly became flustered and anxious. Her hand hanging by her side involuntarily clenched

Damn it!

so familiar with Franklin and even hinted at