After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Otto could only follow him out. He didn't dare to offend the guards.

Yet when he saw the beautiful woman sitting on the chair in the visiting room, he was shocked. "What are you doing here" The iron door was shut. All the sounds in the visiting room were blocked from the outside world.

Sylvia was in a blue dress that outlined her perfect figure. Her beauty was beyond words.

Her shoes were white. Her long inky hair was draped over her back.

Looking at the radiant woman, Otto was a little irritated. He wanted to see Skyla and Tammy, not Sylvia.

He was very upset.

He sat down impatiently, "What are you doing here? | am suffering here, and you came over dressing like a queen. Aren't you ashamed? Wouldn't you bring the guards some gifts so they'll make me suffer less? Are you still a person?" His face was filled with disgust and impatience.

Sylvia looked at him blankly. She didn't miss any of Otto's expressions and movements.

She felt a pang. "Are you disappointed to see that it's me, instead of Skyla?" "No." Otto didn't dare to look at her, "Tell me, why are you here?" "Dad, tell me, how did my mother die?" Otto's face froze. A look of panic flashed in his eyes, not knowing why Sylvia asked this question now.

He calmed himself down and patted the table in front of him exaggeratedly, "How many times have | told you? She died in a car accident!" "Is it true? Then why did | find out that she was sold to an old bachelor in a village?" Sylvia glared at Otto. "You are not telling the truth now, are you? Am | your daughter? My grandfather said that my mother gave birth to a child when she was eighteen and she was unmarried. And that child was me!" Otto's face turned pale, and the corners of his lips twitched. He said with incomparable malice, "So? You have been my daughter all your life! | raised you! And now you come here speaking to me like this!" "Since you don't want to say it, then | have to make you say it." Sylvia got up and walked to Otto.

Only she and Otto were in the room at this time.

She looked determined as she reached out and pulled Otto's hair.

"What are you doing? Sylvia, Listen! You! Don't mess around, there are guards! If you dare to hurt me, they won't let you go!" Otto screamed in fright and covered his head with his hands.

He felt a pain in his scalp and saw that Sylvia had gotten some of his hair.

His face turned even paler, "What are you doing with my hair?" If the little bitch found out what happened back then...If she knew about her...Actually...Otto felt more and more worried as he thought about it.

Sylvia must have heard something from somebody. Also, where did she get a grandfather? Otto was startled and panicked.

But now he was a prisoner. He couldn't do anything.

"Dad, no matter how you treat me, | treated you as my father. You have treated Tammy and me unfairly all these years. You turned a blind eye when Skyla beat me. | always wanted to know why you don't like me." Sylvia grabbed her bag, and took a deep breath, "The paternity test will tell me why." Judging by Otto's attitude, she was almost sure...that he was not her father.

However, she wanted evidence.

Her heart was bitingly sore.

Seeing that she was leaving, Otto couldn't help asking, "Why haven't Skyla and Tammy come these days?" Sylvia didn't expect that at this moment, he still cared about those two women.

She couldn't help turning around, staring at Otto for a moment, and said word by word, "You don't know it yet, do you? They left the country long ago. They disappeared.” She didn't even bother to check why the two disgusting people go abroad. It was a waste of energy! "What did you say? They don't want me anymore?" Otto's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible?" Sylvia left without looking at him again.

Now, even though he was in prison, Otto still didn't see her as his daughter.

Sylvia's heart was aching.

She went out of the prison.

Then she sent Otto's hair and hers to the hospital for a paternity test.

The results will come out only in the afternoon of the next day.

She couldn't wait, but she had to.

This feeling was really uncomfortable.

Her heart was a mess as if being scratched by a cat.

She never knew that waiting could be such an exhausting thing.

She sat in her office restlessly, stroking her forehead and feeling a headache.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was Logan calling.

"Boss, Formula One World Championship is in four days. Our team has also been shortlisted. What is your plan for the finals?" Sylvia was an energetic person, but she had been a little tired lately living a life like riding a roller coaster.

Her tone was full of tiredness as she said, "Don't you know what to do? Do | need to explain?" "But boss... I'm worried about you..." Logan really cared about her. She had just recovered.

World-class racing was no joke.

It required strong physicality and mentality.

"I am fine." Sylvia said lightly, "Guys in the team must pay attention to their diet in the following days as well as the training. No one should get injured.” "| see, boss." After a few more words, Logan hung up the phone.

There was a sudden silence in the office.

Sylvia lay prone on the desk and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found herself nestled in a warm embrace.

She was confused for a moment, looking at the lounge in her office.

Then she saw the man who was holding her with one arm. He was leaning against the head of the bed with a magazine on his lap, flipping through pages with his other hand.

Franklin? When did he come? How could he approach her quietly without being noticed? In other words, she had no sense of vigilance in front of him because she trusted him so much.

Sylvia shook her head helplessly.

Noticing that she had woken up, Franklin closed the magazine.

Looking at her with deep and warm eyes, he said in a doting tone, "Did you sleep well?" "What are you doing here?" Sylvia felt much better after the nap.

She felt refreshed.

Her mood got much better after she saw Franklin's terribly handsome face.

"Do | need a reason to come over to check on my dear wife?" Franklin smiled. "Are you hungry?" Sylvia asked him mischievously, "Are you inviting me to dinner?" "Of course, | want to do it for the rest of my life." Franklin leaned over and kissed her on the lips.