After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Dad, Dr. Sylvia is the one that operated on you!" Eddie sighed.

"Such a nice kid. You go to the ward and check on her for me." The cup in the old Evans's hand shook a little, "I always think she is good and she seems to be kind." "Grandpa, do you know her? It's just an operation for you ... Besides, she got paid for her job; do you need to be so grateful?" Tiffany was annoyed when she heard her grandpa mention Sylvia.

Who was his real granddaughter anyway! How could he be so concerned about Sylvia? Sylvia would not come here and serve him by the bedside! "How could you compare Dr. Sylvia to any other ordinary doctor? You are too young to realize that" He frowned.

"All right. | don't understand." Tiffany got the information and she stood up, "I have to leave first, Grandpa; you take care. I'll see you again in a couple of days." "Okay." The old Evans glanced at her.

Tiffany left the ward, heading for the emergency center.

Eddie just said that Sylvia was still in the emergency room.

But it was not a sure thing.

She did not show up from the beginning to the end.

Although there was surveillance in the hospital, it was all done by Abram alone.

She thought she was not involved.

Even if there was an investigation, she would not be suspected.

The only person who knew the truth was Abram. He certainly would not report her to the police.

Of course, it was in her best interest that he just disappeared.

The man now was flying to Aettosa to hide.

Tiffany promised him that she would have a relationship with him when this matter was over.

The man then blissfully did whatever she asked him to do.

So, even if Franklin was determined to investigate, he probably wouldn't be able to find anything.

He called the shots at home but not abroad.

Franklin must be short of resources to track down Abram when he was abroad.

If Sylvia was in the elevator alone, no one should care about it.

But now that Franklin was also there, Tiffany thought that he would definitely look into this! Luckily, she had just arranged for Abram to fly abroad.

She arrived in front of the emergency room soon.

She saw Franklin there. His handsome face was slightly red and swollen; his lip was skinned a little, bloodshot seeping out faintly. But that didn't ruin his handsomeness in any way, only adding wildness to his charisma.

He was leaning against the wall, his long legs against the wall.

His expression was cold as if he were a god without feelings.

"Franklin, why are you here?" Tiffany came to him with a tone of surprise.

Franklin squinted his cold eyes slightly, remembering the drug thing reported by Jasper earlier.

Her clear eyes during her childhood, reflecting her tough character, were completely different now. She changed.

Now she was mercenary, shallow, pretentious, vain, and sly.

She was a master of disguise, pretending to be a victim to gain sympathy from others.

He was so disappointed because the girl was perfect in his childhood memory.

However, Tiffany destroyed it all.

He did not want to see her for even one second right now.

Silence was the best answer now.

"What's wrong? Did you come here for someone?" Tiffany asked again, standing there a little embarrassed because Franklin did not answer her.

She tried to be less embarrassed.

Franklin finally gave a cold "hmm" in response.

"Miss Evans, haven't you realized what happened?" Logan sat on the chair nearby and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh.

Tiffany wore a pink dress, pink high heels, and a pink purse today.

She looked pink and girly.

However, she wore very heavy make-up that ruined it all.

It looked extremely unnatural.

She did not notice Logan sitting on a chair not far away before hearing his question.

Did Logan have a crush on her? Why did he talk to her first? It was said that he loved Sylvia, wasn't it? But that he started a conversation with her significantly satisfied her vanity.

"Mr. Mertens, what are you talking about? You lost me." She fixed her bangs with her fingers and made an elegant gesture to look at Logan.

"Mr. Maskelyne clearly doesn't want to talk to you!" Logan's words echoed in the corridor.

Tiffany's smiling face froze all of a sudden.

"How is that possible? Mr. Mertens, you must be kidding." "I'm not joking but telling the truth." Logan raised his eyebrows.

He despised Tiffany, this hypocritical woman, at the charity dinner party and now he would not refuse the chance to direct his dissatisfaction at her.

Though angry and annoyed, Tiffany could not afford to offend Logan.

"Franklin ..." She had to look at Franklin, asking for help.

"Bang!" Just then, the door to the emergency room was opened.

Doctors and nurses came out.

Franklin passed Tiffany and walked directly to the doctor. "How is Sylvia?" Logan followed him over. "Does she come to herself?" The doctor took off her mask and suggested. "Sylvia is still resting. Please do not disturb her too much. You need to visit her properly.” Sylvia was quickly transferred to the general ward.

It embarrassed Tiffany that Franklin ignored her like this.

Tiffany was possessed by jealousy and hatred, especially when she saw Sylvia's pale but beautiful face.

‘Bitch! Why are you still alive?" Franklin and Logan both went into the ward, leaving Tiffany alone outside.

Tiffany stomped angrily outside the ward.

She was indignant but could do nothing.

She could only watch Franklin step into the ward and close the door in front of her.

She then could see nothing.

Sylvia was lifeless on the bed.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long curly lashes gently covered her eyelids, as if a butterfly was resting above her eyes — a quiet beauty that could not be described in words.