After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Of course. Only Dr. Andrew can do it. His crushed bones needed to be reassembled. If not..." Sylvia looked at her exhausted coworkers and smiled. "Guys, cheer up. Let's do the aftermath. Push the patient to the ICU for a 24-hour observation." "OK, Dr. Sylvia." The nurses struggled to stand up to deal with the aftermath.

"Thank you all for your hard work. I'll treat you to dinner in Royal Galaxy Restaurant today.” With those words, Sylvia left the operating room.

The doctors and nurses cheered behind her.

"What? Royal Galaxy Restaurant!" "Dr. Sylvia is awesome!" Sylvia pushed the door open and saw Winter sitting on the bench.

Holding a tablet, she seemed to be working.

Upon hearing the door open, Winter stood up and walked to her. "Dr. Sylvia, how's my father doing?" "The operation is successful. He needs to rest for a while." Sylvia took off the mask and sucked in the fresh air.

She felt tired and was about to return to her office for a rest.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the corridor. A woman yelled harshly, "Clark Wilson, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you inform us about Dad's operation?" "Sarai..." Winter turned around to greet her. The next second, she was slapped across her face, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet corridor.

"Shut up, bitch! Who do you think you are? How dare you call me Sarai!" Sarai Wilson glared at Winter fiercely. "Everyone knows you sleep with Clark Wilson." The mid-aged woman was the oldest daughter of the Wilson family, Sarai Wilson.

Behind her was the oldest son and daughter-in-law of the family, Ruben Wilson and his wife Emery. Emery pretended to be kind and tugged Sarai's sleeve. "Winter is also our family, Sarai. She's our sister-in-law. You should show some respect to her in public.” Feeling the burning pain in her cheek, Winter covered her red, swollen face. Instead of looking confident and proud in Wilson Group, she bit her lip tightly. However, she stubbornly held back her tears.

After taking a deep breath, she looked at Sarai, neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Sarai, what have | done to irritate you?" Sarai sneered, "Dad has surgery. Isn't it super important? Clark was too busy to inform us. Why didn't you tell us? How dare you hide it!" Since Clark took over the Wilson Group, he fiercely suppressed his uncles and aunts.

Only Winter had become his assistant in the company.

Other family members had disliked Winter for a long time. Mylo had been sick and needed surgery, but none informed them.

Upon hearing the news, they rushed to the hospital. They scolded Winter because she was a pushover.

Therefore, they vented anger at her.

Winter looked at her in disgrace. "Mr. Wilson told me what to do with Dad's surgery. If you want to take care of him, you can watch him in the hospital from now on. My husband is still at home. Please excuse me." When she turned around to leave, Sarai grabbed her hair and dragged her backward.

Feeling the pain in her scalp, Winter gripped her hands tightly. "Let go! Let go of me!" She staggered under Sarai's force. Her ankle twisted, so her high heels were lost. However, the pain in her scalp was too fierce.

"Bitch! How many men have you hit on to become the chairwoman of the foundation?" Sarai roared at her in jealousy.

Back then, when the Wilson Philanthropic Foundation had first been founded, Sarai longed to become the foundation's chairwoman. However, the position finally fell into Winter's hands.

In the past few years, other members of the Wilson family could only stay in the retirement home or do some unimportant jobs.

Only Winter had a good position in the Wilson Group and was trusted by Clark.

All other Wilsons had hated her for a long time.

Therefore, they made Mylo's operation an excuse to give her a hard time.

Sylvia was watching the scene silently, as she never liked anyone in the Wilson Group.

However, seeing Sarai bully Winter so violently, Sylvia couldn't keep watching without doing anything. She wasn't a saint, nor did she pity Winter.

Frowning, she strode up to them, pinched Sarai's wrist, and reminded her, "Ms. Wilson, you cannot make trouble in the hospital.

Don't disturb the patients." "Who are you? Who do you think you are? I'm teaching my sister-in-law a lesson. Mind your own business." Sarai felt a sharp pang in her wrist, so she had to let go of Winter and shook off Sylvia's hand.

"You are in a hospital. Mr. Mylo Wilson is my patient. Can you bear the consequences if my patient is interrupted?” Sylvia gazed at her coldly.

Rubbing her aching wrist, Sarai glared at Sylvia. She was stunned by Sylvia's beauty but didn't believe she was Mylo's surgeon.

"Stop bluffing! I've never seen a surgeon of your age. If you are my father's attending doctor, | can eat shit," Sarai sneered in disdain.

The next second, more than ten bodyguards in black rushed out from nowhere. They were well-trained with strong auras, attracting people's attention.

The man in the lead was holding a basin of a black mud-like thing. Before Sarai saw what it was, several bodyguards had rushed to her and kept her in control.

Jasper kicked her to kneel to Sylvia with a loud bang.

The basin was tossed in front of her. "Please go ahead, Ms. Wilson." Sarai was over 40, but she took care of herself well. She gaped in horror, her makeup cracked. "Who are you? What do you want? How dare you bully me aboveboard! Do you know who | am?" She was sickened by the thing in the basin. The stink made her almost vomit.

The bodyguards pressed her toward the basin, her face almost clung to the thing.

Pressing her lips tightly, Sarai widened her eyes. Tears welled up in them.

Other Wilsons were also shocked, watching the scene in a daze.

They wondered where those bodyguards in black were from.

Ruben was the first one to return to his senses. He rushed over without hesitation and wanted to rescue his sister from the bodyguards. However, he was too weak to win against them in fighting.

He yelled angrily, "She's my older sister. Clark Wilson won't let go of you if you dare to force her to eat shit." "Really?" a man snorted coldly. While walking toward them, he asked the man next to him, "Mr. Wilson, what will you do to me?" A steely, gloomy voice sounded in mockery, "Don't be kidding, Mr. Maskelyne. They are all scumbags. Not worth me sparing a glance.” Ruben widened his eyes, looking toward the voices. In disbelief, he flinched.

Two tall, sturdy men were walking toward them from the end of the corridor, but their temperaments differed utterly.

They both were in black suits. Franklin looked stern, noble, and elegant. When he walked, he stuffed a hand into his suit pants pocket. His strong aura made him a focus.

Compared to him, Clark was less attractive. However, his feminine face was better looking than a pretty woman's. The gloominess on it made people staring at him shiver in fear.