After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 429 "You .. let go!" Skyla was choked so hard that her breathing was gradually shorter. Devoid of oxygen, she blushed crimson.

Only the whites of her eyes could be seen and she was about to pass out.

Tammy was so scared that she pounced on Sylvia, wanting to kick and punch her, "Let go of my mom! You let go of my mom!" But before she could touch Sylvia, she was thrown aside by the bodyguards Franklin had brought.

She fell to the ground and couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Sylvia, you let go of my mom ... you let go of her ..." Anyway, Skyla was the Hipps.

Even though she made so many mistakes, she was a member of the Hipps family.

Sylvia treated the young lady of the Hipps family in this way, which was a slap in the Hipps' face.

Clare thought of this and walked up to the stern-faced woman, "Miss Andrews, please show some mercy." Sylvia still looked cold. As her cold gaze swept across Clare, she abruptly let go.

Skyla slumped to the ground in a state of distress, like a mud.

She couldn't stop shaking, and she had no doubt that if Clare hadn't come to stop her, Sylvia would have strangled her to death! "For the sake of Mr. Hipps and Queena, I'll let you off the hook today. You better tell me the truth." Unlike the noble and elegant lady just now, she was like a demon from hell at this time.

But in an instant, she recovered her composure, turned to look at Queena beside her, and said with an apologetic face to Queena, "I'm sorry. Today is your birthday party, but | did such a rude thing." "Girl." Queena, however, looked at her with a complicated expression, "Is your mother's name Monica?" Sylvia raised her eyes to look at Queena in confusion, but found that Queena did not look at her with anger, instead there was a hint of hidden excitement in her eyes.

She pursed her red lips, "Yes." "Then do you ... know this handkerchief?" Queena took out a handkerchief with trembling hands. The handkerchief was the very same one she had treasured for many years, the one with a painting.

Sylvia's eyes were moist. Her voice said with uncertainty, "Was this embroidery ... embroidered by my mother?" "Exactly." Queena seemed to have been lost in her memory, her voice murmuring, "More than ten years ago, | once personally went to H Rovirsa to look for my daughter. Back then, it was raining. | met Ms. Evans who was seriously embroidering at the lake. Back then she was a very gentle woman." "I was tired, exhausted and desperate. | may not be able to see my daughter for the rest of my life." Queena's eyes were red, "| sat by the lake and cried my eyes out.” "It was she who gave me this handkerchief. She said it would give blessings to me and my daughter." Queena's tears slipped down her eyes, "l love embroidery all my life, and | am good at it, but Ms. Evans’ embroidery is unparalleled. | love and cherish this handkerchief, and | was touched by Ms. Evans’ kindness even more." "You shouldn't say sorry to us. Our Hipps family is wrong. My daughter Skyla has done so many wrong things. She not only abused you, denigrated you and hated you. She also did many things that hurt you, and | should apologize to you on her behalf." Queena patted the back of Sylvia's hand, "Girl, what do you want? Just tell me whatever you want, | will satisfy you." The promise made by Queena shocked everyone present! Queena was not an ordinary old lady, but the earl's wife! What a great honor to be promised by Queena! Sylvia lowered her eyes and smiled, "Mrs. Hipps, | don't need compensation. | just need you to introduce me to someone." Queena looked at her up close and saw her delicate skin.

"Who? Just tell me." "I'll tell you later." Sylvia looked around and found no trace of Lexton's teacher.

"Alright then." Queena smiled again and held out a handkerchief Donald had given her as a gift.

"Do you know who embroidered this handkerchief, girl? This handkerchief is embroidered exactly like your mother's, except that itis very new. Just now | heard Skyla say that your mother has passed away ... Is there someone else in this world who has inherited your mother's embroidery craftsmanship?” Donald's lips trembled slightly. He also wanted to know this answer.

Back then ... that woman left a perfume pouch embroidered with 'M' to him.

He searched for that woman for years but to no avail. She seemed to have suddenly disappeared from the world. The 'M' on that perfume pouch and the 'M' on the bottom right corner of the handkerchief that Queena treasured, were exactly the same! Could ... that woman be called Monica? Could ... Sylvia be Monica's daughter? Donald looked at Sylvia with disbelief. His heart had not beat so fast for many years.

Louis was sensitive to find his elder brother look a little strange and nervous? Why? Why would he look like this? But at this point, hearing Queena asking who the embroidered handkerchief belonged to, Louis couldn't help but take a step forward.

He was about to speak when he saw Hana Cunningham, the president of SF Group, the largest company in Aettosa, step into the hall with a gift.

The president was a middle-aged woman of about forty years old. The woman was very well kept and wore a royal blue dress, looking graceful and noble.

She stepped on high heels and came to Queena and Sylvia, "Mrs. Hipps, this is my gift to you, this year ..." Before she finished, she inadvertently saw Sylvia beside Queena. She was overjoyed and walked up to Sylvia.

She grabbed Sylvia's hand, "Sylvia, why are you here? Why didn't you call me when you came to Aettosa? | missed you!" The crowd were surprised.

SF Group was famous in Aettosa. Their president Hana and Kate Burke were both embroidery masters enjoyed the same fame.

Hana founded the SF Group and it was said that Aettosa's Secretary of State's wife liked to wear the clothes sewed and embroidered by Hana the most.