After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 847

Mrs. Wright slowly opened her tired eyes and weakly looked at Brayden, "Sylvia... Sylvia... Monica, Monica..."

Her gaze had almost no focus, and she reached out with limp hands to tightly grasp Brayden's hand. She murmured softly, "Monica... you're Monica's..." "My Monica..."

Brayden was startled, "Mom, mom what's wrong? Who is your Monica?"

His heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that his mom had some romantic history before? Did she have a child out of wedlock? Or did he not know that his mom had another child before him? Maybe it was an older sister who died young.

Countless terrible and tragic thoughts flashed through Brayden's mind.

He couldn't help but imagine dozens of episodes of melodramatic TV dramas.

He even started to feel a little relieved that dad wasn't here ... if there really was some secret burden on Mom's shoulders, Dad would be so sad after being in love with Mom for a lifetime ... Fortunately it was him who heard this and not Dad.

Just as he let out a sigh of relief and his heart hadn't fully calmed down yet - what did he hear next?

"Monica, I miss you so much."

Jenna also froze, "Godmother, who is Monica?"

Mrs. Wright gradually regained consciousness while feeling dizzy. She stared at the ceiling above her head for quite some time before finally recovering herself.

She felt sore all over her body and her stomach churned uncomfortably; the discomfort almost made her nauseous but she held back.

Her headache throbbed painfully as she lifted up her heavy arm to gently press on the spot between her eyebrows.

Seeing Mrs. Wright's painful expression, Brayden quickly reached over to help massage the spot between her eyebrows, "Mom, do you have a headache?"

"Mmm..." Mrs. Wright sighed comfortably,"My whole body feels uncomfortable."

Hearing Mrs. Wright's response, Brayden confirmed that his mother was truly awake now. He cautiously glanced at her, "Mom, you were calling out for someone named Monica earlier. What happened?" "Monica..." Mrs. Wright's heart clenched painfully; the sensation surged through like a tornado once again. "She used to be my best friend."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears slowly slid down from them into strands of hair along the sides of face.

concern. "If you want to see her, I can help you call her and ask her to come

impossible..." Mrs. Wright cried silently, tears streaming down her face like broken

She remembered everything now.

remembered the beautiful memories, and the moment when Monica died - it

and full of life - how could she

sobbed softly, more heart-wrenching than

was stunned after

Mother's friend?

Dead?

wasn't just his imagination running wild - he finally understood who

still felt heavy-hearted about bringing up unpleasant past memories for

to wipe away Mrs. Wright's tears. "Godmother, your main priority is to get better soon! If Monica has an afterlife in heaven, she would definitely want you to recover quickly

as she tightly held onto Jenna's hand with all of her strength. "Jenna, you're right! You're absolutely right! I need to get better quickly so that I can

she burst into tears again like a lake bursting its banks

only remembering having had a good friend but forgetting everything else about them for many years? She tried

while Jenna tucked in Mrs. Wright under the covers. Snuggling into Brayden's arms, Jenna rested her head on his chest. "Godmother must

we can do about death," Brayden hugged Jenna tighter. "Promise me one thing though, Jenna, no matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?" "Definitely!" Jenna narrowed

two of them didn't dare to speak

her eyes

the sofa and covered her with a thin blanket before sitting next to her, closing his

The next day.

were falling from the sky as Sylvia brewed

outside. "We should also prepare for New Year soon. When Grandpa was still alive, we always had lively celebrations together at our

appeared in his eyes as he thought about how they used to make dumplings together at their old home with Sylvia making

looking at him so she said, "If you want dumplings tonight, then I'll make some for you. I remember that

expression softened as he gazed deeply

couldn't help but reach out and hold onto her hand tightly while

their car outside, Brayden and Jenna were nowhere in sight while Mrs. Wright seemed like she had just woken up from sleep

before helping Mrs. Wright sit upright using both hands." Sister-in-law, how

Sylvia's hands supporting herself which

who seemed unfamiliar yet

inch of Sylvia's face carefully as if seeing it for the first time ever. The way she looked was especially strange since it seemed like she had never seen

feel uneasy inside. Is this because toxins have invaded her brain?