After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 831

Tyrell looked at Franklin with a dark expression. His son, whom he had once ruthlessly manipulated, now refused to listen to anything he said. This angered and embarrassed him, leaving him feeling somewha helpless. This feeling was heightened by Sylvia finding someone to cure Franklin's illness, completely removing him from Tyrell's control. Tyrell had initially intended for Franklin to be his pawn, but that idea now seemed unattainable.

His malicious gaze fell on the woman who appeared behind Franklin at the same time. Her face was as cold as frost, her calm eyes devoid of any emotion; yet just one glance from her was enough to make one feel like they were being sucked into a vortex.

"Perfect timing for Miss Andrews to appear," Tyrell whispered softly, his fingers caressing the sleek fur of the black cat nestled in his arms, a malevolent gleam in his eyes. "Hand over the painting now, and we shall depart without delay."

Franklin responded icily, "The painting was bought for 50 million dollars and has no connection to you." Each encounter with his adoptive parents stirred up strong emotional turmoil, as his demeanor exuded ar unsettling undercurrent of tension.

The urge to break free from this feeling overwhelmed him; however, he managed to hold back.

"Since you're my son, your money is my money," Tyrell sneered menacingly. "Therefore, it doesn't just belong to me-it belongs to the entire Maskelyne Family!"

A tense atmosphere enveloped them, with the threat of violence hanging in the air. Franklin felt as though Tyrell could snap his neck at any given moment if he didn't comply and surrender the painting. "We've raised you through thick and thin, so is it too much to ask?" Mrs. Maskelyne impatiently rolled her eyes. "Don't forget that your sister died because of you! We've done everything for you... you ungratefu brat! Can't you at least offer us a simple painting? You're just a drain on our resources!"

Sylvia's anger flared as she contemplated the couple's audacious words. "Firstly, Franklin wasn't raised by both of you. It was the late Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne who took care of him after you left him under their care. The two of you have been living abroad without returning even once. They are the ones who truly went through thick and thin!"

"Secondly, your daughter's death was caused by human traffickers. This has been investigated and proven long ago. Don't blame Franklin for her tragic fate." "Lastly, Franklin was raised by the Maskelyne family, including the late Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne. He should report to them, not to you heartless individuals." "He is neither a villain nor a pawn you can manipulate or insult at your whim."

Sylvia rarely found herself engaging in arguments, but this time she couldn't hold back. She looked at the couple with impatience, her gaze as cold as ice. Mrs. Maskelyne's dislike for Sylvia grew, despite her inferior martial arts skills compared to her own.

Enough was enough.

Filled with frustration and anger, Mrs. Maskelyne exclaimed, "Sylvia, you have no right to speak about our family matters like this! Be sensible and hand over the painting!"

"Don't think that just because there are more of you and your lackeys, it gives you any advantage over me! Do you believe strength comes from numbers? It seems like every time someone ends up beaten, it's always from your side!" Sylvia fired back without even glancing up, refusing to back down.

wouldn't say much but if push came to shove, then actions

surprised yet touched as she

moved while gazing affectionately at her pretty face which exuded elegance even

straight ahead, but instead, she skillfully shut them down verbally. However, everything she

the right as an outsider

you two as my in-laws, let alone as

second, Mrs. Maskelyne felt a piercing sensation in her lower abdomen as a silver needle seared

though her meridians had been blocked, evoking a sense of panic and agonizing pain similar to an asthma attack.

"Sylvia! You-"

"Let go of me!"

"Help! Honey, save me!"

shock, not comprehending what had transpired

noise. An unpleasant odor filled the air as Mrs. Maskelyne's expression turned despairing, and liquid trickled

on

noses

Maskelyne herself became extremely

actually wet herself while

she closed her eyes painfully screaming, "Sylvia,

did you

out the silver needle, and retreated

hobby you have-wetting yourself publicly! I can hardly believe it. Perhaps headline journalists would love

The intense pain made it hard for her to breathe, and she felt a strong urge to escape and clean herself up. She could even feel the foul- smelling objects sliding

the stench and looked at

Sylvia. I don't know what she did to me, but my stomach is in excruciating pain and

situation clearly to Tyrell and avoid any lingering psychological shadows. If he lost interest in her, what kind of future would she have? Yet, when she saw the blue shade on Mrs. Maskelyne's face caused by her own foul mood, Sylvia