After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Franklin looked at the pale woman; he couldn't help but frown.

A faint pain hit his heart.

He never knew that she was claustrophobic.

But how was that possible? She seemed to be so powerful ... Yet at times she was so fragile.

The way she mumbled then scared him.

But he didn't know what she actually said ...

Logan cast a glance at Franklin whose tall figure was an eyesore.

"Franklin, stay away from her." He was furious at the thought that Sylvia got injured when she was with Franklin.

"Logan, you are not wading into anything between me and Sylvia again." Franklin's expression changed, gloomy and cold.

"Franklin, what happens to Sylvia has nothing to do with you!" Logan also looked gloomy.

Emelia, who eavesdropped outside the ward, curled her lips with dissatisfaction.

She cursed that Sylvia could lie on the bed and never wake up.

In short, be a vegetable! Emelia cursed Sylvia viciously.

"Logan, that you and Sylvia are living at the same house doesn't mean you can win Sylvia." Franklin sneered. "You are not needed in the ward now, please leave." "I will stay by Sylvia's side; she is not your private property, so who are you to hog her?" Logan bristled with dissatisfaction.

He knew very well that they were divorced, but Franklin was still clinging to Sylvia, which could have been acceptable to him a few days ago.

But something happened to Sylvia when she was around Franklin, so he started to doubt Franklin's ability to protect Sylvia! Those who couldn't protect Sylvia were all knocked out! Paul Kennedy and Romeo Kennedy arrived at the hospital in a hurry while they were arguing in the ward.

Paul and Romeo went straight to Sylvia's ward as soon as they stepped out of the elevator and knew where Sylvia was.

They saw Emelia eavesdropping on the wall from a distance.

Paul cast a disdainful glance at Emelia. "Please give way to us, Miss Evans." Emelia was listening intently. Her nails were almost pinched off out of jealousy, especially when she heard Franklin and Logan, two powerful presidents, arguing over Sylvia.

she was in a frenzy of hatred and jealousy when a voice filled with mockery and disdain suddenly came from overhead.

"Ah!" She jumped in shock.

She naturally took a step backward and the back of her head hit the door of the ward with a loud thud.

The pain made her eyes glaze over.

"That hurts!" She covered the back of her head, her mouth open in pain, losing all the qualities of a socialite.

At this point, she couldn't care less about her image.

She had the vague feeling that the back of her head was heaving with a bump.

It hurt so much that she burst into tears.

It was awkward to be caught eavesdropping.

But no more embarrassment could compare to her pain.

It really hurt.

The two men in the ward heard the noise outside; Logan strode over, pulling open the door of the ward to see Emelia with tears.

Paul, holding a bouquet of Gypsophila in his hand, glanced at Logan and said frantically, "What are you doing in my goddess’ ward?" "Yes, what are you doing here!" Romeo held his head high.

He thought that his brother and Sylvia would marry each other in the future, and he must eliminate any love rival for his brother.

The scene in which Sylvia saved Poppy and James was embedded in Romeo's mind.

From then on, he did not allow anyone else to covet his goddess! Logan glanced at them and stepped aside to let them in.

Then he glanced at Franklin and gloated.

Emelia wanted to come along and cry to Franklin about her grievances to gain a little sympathy.

Bang! Romeo slammed the door. Why were there so many people here? Mr. Franklin was also here. 'Damn it!" Romeo cursed within himself and slammed the door more violently.

As a result, Emelia's nose hit the door of the ward.

That nearly broke her nose.

"Ouch, it hurts!" She cried out in pain.

It hurt! "Ah! Blood!" She raised her hand to rub her nose.

She stared in shock at the blood on her palm, and her eyes rolled. She almost fainted.

Luckily, a nurse passing by helped her. "Lady, can | help you? Do you have a nosebleed?" "|..." Emelia's tears kept running out of her eyes, so she had to follow the nurse to see the doctor.

In the clinic, the doctor looked at the large bump on Emelia's head and then looked at her nose bridge.

"Miss Evans, did you have plastic surgery... on your nose before?" "You did that! All of your whole family members did that!" Emelia glared at him.

The doctor ignored Emelia as he had seen a lot of hot-tempered patients like her.

"If not, then your nose is too weak and | need to put a filler in your nostrils. You come back in a week." "What about the bump on my head?" "It will go down in a few days." The doctor finished and let the nurse stuff something into her nose.

Seeing Emelia go out, the doctor glanced coldly at her back and disdainfully said to another doctor, "Obviously she had plastic surgery but still denies it. How could an untouched nose be so brittle?" "Is there any woman these days who didn't do that?" "Dr. Sylvia's face is 100% natural!" The doctor smiled and said, "My profession enables me to know her facial features comply with the golden ratio, which explains why she is stunning!" "Tsk! You're paying quite a lot of attention to her face!" Another doctor laughed at him.

"So what!" The atmosphere was odd in the ward.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and saw three men and a teenager standing in front of her bed.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes again.

She was still dizzy.

It took a while before she opened her eyes again.

But they were still there.

What was going on? She began to recall what had happened.

She seemed to pass out in the elevator.