After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

There was a terrible silence in her world.

She couldn't hear anything.

She was deaf.

All she could see was Sylvia's mouth moving, but she couldn't hear what Sylvia was saying.

She couldn't even hear what she was saying.

Sylvia's heart ached, as if it had been stabbed by a needle.

She immediately reacted.

Obviously, Poppy couldn't hear ...

Poppy was now suffering the pain in place of her.

The water that Gianna spiked with drug should have been drunk by her, but Poppy drank it.

"Sylvia, | want to go to the bathroom." Poppy's hoarse voice said.

Sylvia rushed to help her go to the bathroom.

Poppy walked to the bathroom door with her help and went in by herself.

After waiting inside the ward for a while, Eden came back with some things, and some nourished soup.

Once the lid was opened, the tantalizing aroma of the soup spread through the ward.

When other people smelt it, they may feel their appetite.

But Poppy looked sickly.

Sylvia ladled a spoonful of soup to feed her, but Poppy shook her head and pushed it away.

She tried to persuade Poppy to take a sip, but it occurred to her that Poppy couldn't hear anything.

She had to give another spoonful to Poppy's mouth.

Smelling the taste, Poppy just felt a pang of nausea in her stomach.

She reached out and pushed the soup.

Sylvia was not bothered and put the soup down.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Poppy biting her lip and looking at her cautiously.

Eden was a bit depressed. "| just waited in line early in the morning for this soup.” "Forget it if she doesn't want to drink it. Thank you." Sylvia glanced at Eden. "Bring the paper and pencil over here." Eden nodded and gave Sylvia the pen and paper from the table. Sylvia picked up the pen and wrote on it, "You are deaf, but this symptom is temporary.” Poppy hadn't eaten anything, so she was weak. Her hand holding the pen was shaking. And finally she had to speak again in a voice she couldn't hear, "Sylvia, don't lie to me. This should be a response to the poison in my body." Sylvia felt heartbroken. She forced a smile to hide the sadness in her heart.

Then she wrote, "No, it's not. It's all temporary. You'll recover soon. Don't think too much about it." "Sylvia, | may not be able to shoot the movie." After Poppy read those two lines, she curled her lips into a wry smile, "Sylvia, you can find another female lead.” Sylvia listened to Poppy's hoarse voice and her nose twitched.

She went on to write, "It doesn't matter. We'll shoot the movie again when you're well." Poppy looked at the words on the paper in a trance. It was uncertain whether she would get better or not.

She shook her head. "No need, Sylvia. If there is another suitable actress ..." Before she could finish her sentence, Sylvia took her hands in hers.

Sylvia looked at Poppy who pretended not to care at all.

Heartbroken, she wrote, "This matter will be discussed when you are better." At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Sylvia said, "Please come in." A nurse who carried a thermos lunch box came in, "Miss Maskelyne , this is Mr. Maskelyne's breakfast for you." Poppy couldn't hear. She could only see the nurse walk in.

She glanced at Sylvia curiously.

Sylvia said to the nurse, "Please." Eden hurriedly stood up to take the box and opened it.

The aroma of breakfast came to him.

He opened the lunch box, which contained delicate dishes and porridge.

But Poppy couldn't help shaking her head at the smell of the breakfast.

She felt a wave of nausea and discomfort.

Sylvia was worried about her. How could she not eat? She hadn't had anything since she woke up. Now she was weak.

Poppy seemed so weak that she could be blown away by the wind.

Thus, Sylvia wrote on a piece of paper, "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone prepare it." Poppy's eyes were red. "Sylvia, can you cook me a bowl of noodles yourself? Or you can cook anything else. | just want to eat something you made with your own hands." She couldn't eat anything now. Even Eden had just washed the fruit for her. She couldn't eat it.

Sylvia listened to Poppy's hoarse and broken voice, and of course she would not refuse.

On the paper, she wrote, "I'll go borrow the hospital kitchen to make it. Wait for me." After Sylvia left, Poppy fell asleep again.

While she slept, it was Eden who had been taking care of her.

The agent suddenly pushed in the door, "Eden." Eden immediately made a shushing gesture at him.

But after a moment, it occurred to him that Poppy couldn't hear anything now.

So, there was no need for them to be so careful.

He bent down and tucked Poppy in before walking to the door, "What's wrong?" "You have work this afternoon. You need to show up as the ambassador for the brand you endorsed on. You have to go." Eden listened and looked towards the hospital bed with some hesitation when he suddenly heard a subtle sound coming from behind him.

He turned his head and found Poppy looking at him with her eyes open, and he hurriedly said to his agent, "I'l go when Sylvia comes back." He was not comfortable with Poppy staying here alone.

Poppy looked at the agent's and Eden's expressions and knew that something was wrong.

She bit her lip and smiled at Eden. "If you're busy, you can leave first. Franklin and James will both be here." Eden wrote a line, "That's okay. | can leave later.” Poppy shook her head, pursed her pale lips and looked at him. "You're a star. If you don't attend those branding campaigns, you'll be blacklisted and no one will work with you in the future." She was so understanding that Eden was really heartbroken.

Just then, Sylvia came back with a bowl of noodles.

"Sylvia is here. You can rest assured now, right?" Poppy said in a playful manner.

Eden had to nod. "I'll come back to keep you company when I'm done." He was very upset. If it wasn't for his carelessness, Poppy wouldn't have drunk the water that was spiked with drug.

He had been blaming himself for not taking good care of Poppy.

In fact, Poppy didn't want to eat at all.

When she saw food, she was so sick to her stomach that she wanted to vomit.

But she held back, pretending to eat happily and slowly.

She didn't want to tell Sylvia that she couldn't taste anything at all.

It was as if she had lost her taste buds ...