After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

That must be it.

"An insincere apology doesn't mean anything.” Sylvia finished speaking, walked past them and left.

And at the entrance, everyone was already waiting for her.

Sylvia got into Logan's car.

Franklin frowned, a little displeased.

The man's brows were knitted, a little displeased.

But he did not say anything and ordered Jasper to drive directly.

At this point in the Land Rover, Sylvia contacted Lexton directly.

"He had a second split personality. Doctor, can you go to see him tomorrow? This new personality of his probably won't want to see you." Last time when Franklin was in the hospital, Lexton friended Sylvia's Facebook behind Franklin's back.

He was a night owl, and when he heard the prompt tone, he immediately went to check it.

Then he read such a shocking message.

"That's what | expected. Leave everything to me. You don't have to worry. However, you may have to work with me to wake him up." "OK." Sylvia made a brief reply.

So many things had happened recently. She dropped her phone onto her seat, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh.

It felt like there were so many things going on every day.

In the presidential suite of the hotel.

Clare stepped out from the bathroom, casually wiped his hair, and threw himself onto the bed.

After lying on his back for a while, he suddenly thought of something.

He took out his cell phone and found a photo.

He silently looked at the woman in the photo, and then reached out to touch his chin.

Did he really look like Sylvia? He found Sylvia's previous photos.

Now the internet provided so much information.

Not only that, he also found Jenna's previous photos before she was disfigured. He compared it with Sylvia's and his.

The photos were taken too long ago, so Jenna's photos were a bit blurry, and she was a common person, not as popular as Sylvia, who often made a hit on the Internet.

So he couldn't see them clearly or draw a conclusion.

He got a strange feeling.

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed in his mind.

Sylvia ...

Was she Tammy? Or, Sylvia was his sister's child? And what about Skyla? The paternity test clearly showed that Skyla was one of the Hipps.

Sylvia couldn't be Skyla's daughter.

Because Skyla was too affectionate to Tammy and too bad to Sylvia! So ... could there be something wrong with that paternity test? Clare was shocked by his idea.

He sat up violently from the bed, his face white.

He must find out the truth. No one was allowed to confuse or take advantage of the Hipps family's bloodline.

His eyes darkened and he immediately dialed his assistant's number. "Do one thing for me." A few minutes later.

He hung up the phone, and then lay down. Sylvia's beautiful face and her every move flashed through his mind.

Royal Galaxy Hotel staff quarters.

The seventeenth and eighteenth floors of the restaurant were staff quarters and rest areas, each employee having an exclusive room.

And just in one of the rooms.

Aman was applying ointment to the wound on his calf.

The wound was festering and inflamed, and because it was not treated promptly at the time, it had deteriorated very badly.

The man gritted his teeth, poured hydrogen peroxide onto the wound! Many layer of white foam appeared.

He took out a dagger, roasted it on the fire for moments, and dug towards his wound without changing color.

He dug out the ulcer at his own wound with the dagger.

Without anesthetic wounds, he sweated all over because of the pain, and yet he seemed to feel nothing, as if digging someone else's leg.

He moved nimbly and quickly treated the wound, then applied some ointment for wound healing, and finally finished dressing the wound with clean gauze.

Only then did he let out a long breath.

His body was drenched in sweat, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the cold sweat on his back wet his blouse.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, then sat up and lowered his pant legs.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and a familiar voice came from the door.

"Gage, the head chef in the kitchen asks you to come over." It was his apprentice Sandy. Gage struggled to get up from the bed and put away all the gauze, alcohol and other things.

Now he pretended that his legs were not injured in any way, and bearing a strong pain, he walked towards the door steadily He pulled open the door of the room, and saw a teenager of 18 or 19 years old standing at the door, the teenager was not tall with a childish face, revealing the vigor that belonged to teenagers.

When he saw Gage open the door, Sandy smiled, "What are you doing in there? What took you so long to open the door?" Gage's eyes were pure and innocent, "Sandy, | ... seem to be sick. My head is very hot. Am | going to die?" Sandy's face changed as he stood on tiptoe to touch Gage's forehead, "It's hot! I'm going to call Dr. Nur for you." Dr. Nur was the doctor of the Royal Galaxy Hotel. The hotel staff would go to him if they got sick.

Gage's eyes darkened after he saw Sandy leaving.

His leg had been injured for a long time, hoping Dr. Nur would not find it.

After his leg injury, he insisted on working, not letting anyone see that he had a gunshot wound.

How could he let others know he had a gunshot wound? But ... his wound was too serious now. If he continued to work without properly recuperating, his leg would be disabled.

Now he had a fever. It seemed that he could only rest for a few days.

A few minutes later, Sandy stepped into his room with Dr. Nur.

Dr. Nur was a middle-aged man in his fifties, looking kind. He was pulled and dragged by Sandy, panting and saying, "Sandy, | am old. if you drag me again, | will fall down.” "Dr. Nur, our Gage is usually in great health and has never been sick, but he got sick suddenly. I'm so worried.” Sandy's tone was filled with concern.

He dragged Dr. Nur to stand in front of Gage, who was also very tired, gasped and said, "Gage, how are you? Gage's blue eyes flickered, and the concern these people in the Royal Galaxy Hotel had for him was not fake.

He was a human with emotions ... How could he ...

His nose twitched and he said slowly, "Dr. Nur, | seem to have a fever ..."