After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Mrs. Maskelyne slapped Poppy hard across the face.

Poppy looked at her with humiliation, but stubbornly kept her tears from falling.

She had always known that she was the young lady of the Maskelyne family on the outside, but Mrs. Maskelyne had only cared about her two birth daughters.

She and James were no better than a dog in the Maskelyne family, because both she and James were children of Tyrell and the maids.

"Bastard! Without the Maskelyne family, think you can study aboard and live a rich life? It's time for you to repay the Maskelyne family for raising you all these years." Mrs. Maskelyne cupped Poppy's chin. "You have to sleep with Mr. King tonight or I will kill you!" Poppy shook her head in horror as her eyes widened. Although she couldn't hear what Mrs. Maskelyne was saying, her intuition told her that it was definitely nothing good.

She choked, "Madam, | can't hear ... | can't hear anything." She handed over the pen and paper with trembling hands.

A trace of mockery flashed through Mrs. Maskelyne's eyes. She took the paper and pen and wrote down some words.

When Poppy looked clearly at what was written on the paper.

She went pale.

"You are now a deaf. Since you still have some use, you sleep with Mr. King tonight! Mr. King promised to invest 300 million in the lab. Now it's time for you to support your father's career." "No, | don't want ..." Poppy's chest was heaving. She reached out to grab the hem of Tyrell's shirt, raising her teary eyes to look at Tyrell's cold and hostile face, "Dad, please, don't ... don't let me sleep with Mr. King. | have a movie to shoot to make money now. I'll give you all the money I've earned. Don't ..." "You have no choice! The Maskelyne family has raised you for so many years, and you want to do nothing in return? It's time for you to repay us!" Mrs. Maskelyne wrote quickly on the paper, "You're deaf now. What else can you do? It's good enough that someone still wants you!" "You're a piece of shit!" Tyrell coldly pushed Poppy's hand away, and Poppy fell onto the bed, feeling weak.

It was like pouring ice water over her head on a summer day. The icy chill ate into her bones..

Her parents did not hesitate to push her to the abyss for money's sake.

She murmured, "Franklin has money ... Can't he take out 300 million?" "Mr. King is very interested in our research. He's my partner. Since | can use his money, why should | use Maskelyne Group's money? It can be saved to do more things!" Mrs. Maskelyne wrote again on the paper.

"Do you think your brother will get you the money? Do you think you are really worth 300 million? You're a loser. How could your brother possibly spend money for you?" Poppy felt herself too naive.

What was she? She and Franklin were half siblings ...Franklin had been nice enough to her all these years! "Yes ... Franklin and | are half siblings. He has been kind enough to me." Poppy was so painful that she was almost unable to breathe.

"You're wrong. He's not your father's son at all. He's not even related to you." Mrs. Maskelyne cupped Poppy's chin and stared at her sharply, holding up the paper. "You have nothing but this pretty face.” Franklin was not related to her? "How could it be possible? You're lying! You're lying! How could my brother not be related to me?" Poppy's head went blank.

How could ...

Franklin was not her brother? Franklin, who sheltered her, turned out to be unrelated to her.

Did that mean that Sylvia would have nothing to do with her in the future? Because she could no longer be Sylvia's rightful sister-in-law.

Tears fell down her cheeks.

She cried out in pain, her heart filled with great sorrow, but she could not bear it at all.

"300 million! No one can offer it for you, so be a good girl and sleep with Mr. King tonight!" Mrs. Maskelyne patted her face and straightened up proudly.

Just as she finished her words, a cold voice came from behind her.

"300 million! I'll offer it for her!" The door to the room was opened and the tall, upright man stood in the doorway, kicking the man in black who was guarding the doorway out of the way before stepping in.

He was dressed in black, and there was a cold look on his face. "Dad, Mom, are you here to stimulate Poppy? Does it do any good to you? Mr. King is 60 years old and old enough to be Poppy's grandfather. You even want her to sleep with Mr. King?" "Franklin, who the heck are you? I'm telling you, without the Maskelyne family, you're nothing. You're just an outcast, a piece of trash who was expelled from the family by that man!" Mrs. Maskelyne's face was gloomy, and the contempt for Franklin in her eyes was undisguised.

"The Maskelyne family has nurtured you and given you the control of the Maskelyne Group, so you really think you are privileged, huh?" Poppy didn't know what Mrs. Maskelyne had said. She could only see Mrs. Maskelyne's mouth being opened and closed.

Franklin stood in front of the hospital bed, with his back to Poppy.

She didn't know what Franklin had said. Her world was so silent that she was on the verge of a breakdown.

She wanted to go crazy and kill herself! "No... no... Franklin, don't fight against them for me..." Poppy could tell from Mrs. Maskelyne's cruel look that Franklin must have done something to disobey the couple.

Her hands tightly tugged Franklin's arm, "Franklin ... it is not worth it." "Look, when your sister calls you, don't you feel distressed?" "What loving brother and sister!" Tyrell's grim eyes traveled between the siblings.

"I'll offer 300 million. No one can take away my sister," Franklin said word for word.

If he couldn't even protect his sister, he would not deserve to be Poppy's brother.

"Franklin, you offered 300 million this time. How much will you offer the next time?" Tyrell chuckled.

The air seemed to have been frozen.

The young man in the ward had a cold face, a pair of ink-like eyes staring at the middle-aged man whose face betrayed no emotions.

Franklin had long known that Tyrell was a cold-bloode creature with no humans’ emotions.

It would be impossible to see the goodness of men in him.

He was more cruel than a beast.

He could be cruel enough to his own daughter as a pawn.

"Dad, | advise you to give up the idea of having Poppy sleep with any man." Franklin's aura was powerful enough to overshadow Tyrell in front of him.

Tyrell snickered. "Franklin, you killed my two daughters one after another, and now you're protecting Poppy and lecturing me? You are in position to do that! If it wasn't for you, would Taryn be dead? You and Sylvia are responsible for her death!" "My poor Makena ... fell off the cliff ..." Mrs. Maskelyne couldn't help but let out a low cry, "Franklin, what exactly do we owe you? What does the Maskelyne family owe to you? How can you kill Makena!" Franklin's head felt like being hammered by someone with a heavy hammer! It buzzed.