After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Well, you are a real tattletale, but, as you saw last night, he could not do anything to me now. When we were young, | would be beaten whenever you went tattletale to him. But now, he will never have this kind of chance! Not in the rest of his life." Tammy's eyes flashed with jealousy and hatred. "Let me tell you something, Sylvia. I'm going to take over the company and keep Dad's love to myself. | will take everything from you!" Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at Tammy expressionlessly, with a gleam of mockery in her clear cold eyes. "What a psycho!" Sylvia was no longer the little girl who yearned for her father's love, nor was she the weak one who was set up and bullied by her stepmother and stepsister.

What Tammy thought was important, in Sylvia's mind, had long been worthless.

Sylvia wouldn't value a father who didn't love her at all! Sylvia found she had wasted too much time here with Tammy.

She was tired of Tammy's nonsense.

When Sylvia turned around and tried to leave, a cold and husky voice rang out behind her.

"Jasper, how many slaps should she deserve today?" "Five, Mr. Maskelyne," Jasper answered in a respectful voice.

Sylvia then saw Franklin, bathed in the morning sunshine, striding towards her.

His face was handsome but cold, making himself look unapproachable.

Franklin stopped in front of Sylvia and took her hand, "Tell me when you get into trouble and I'll deal with it for you." Before Sylvia could say something, Jasper began to slap Tammy.

Each slap made a loud noise.

And it was accompanied by Tammy's groan.

"Please stop! It really kills." Tammy wanted to escape.

However, from nowhere, two tall and strong men in black appeared and grabbed her arms.

They pressed her in front of Jasper.

Tammy had no choice but to suffer the slaps.

The blood trickled down the corners of her lips.

Her face, which was still swollen, bulged again.

She looked miserable.

But she deserved no sympathy.

Tammy burst into hopeless tears.

Her face was burning with pain, which almost wore her out.

There were many people at the gate of the hospital, and they all looked over toward her.

Tammy tried to ask these people for help, but no one dared to help her.

She was overwhelmed with despair.

More than that was the shame of being humiliated.

Her eyes were also full of viciousness as she glared at Sylvia.

Standing beside Franklin, Sylvia looked noble and elegant. Seeing her delicate face, Tammy's eyes were filled with hatred and jealousy.

Tammy hated Sylvia! She wanted to skin Sylvia alive.

If it weren't for Sylvia, Tammy wouldn't have been treated like this! If it weren't for Sylvia, Tammy wouldn't have always been outshone! Sylvia did not want to watch this anymore, so she turned around and left.

Franklin quickly followed her.

They soon arrived at Kira's ward.

Kira had just finished washing up and came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Sylvia, Kira was very happy. She said with a wide smile, "Good morning, Sibbie." Seeing that Kira was in good spirits, Sylvia was relieved. "Grandma, | made breakfast for you." "How are you feeling now? Do you feel better?" Franklin also followed Sylvia into the ward.

Kira was a little surprised. She looked at Franklin and got a little moved. "You come so early, Franklin. Why don't you have to go to work? Don't worry. I'm much better now, and | don't want to cause trouble for you." Franklin nodded gently. "Grandma, don't mention it." Sylvia took the breakfast out of the lunch box and turned around, only to see the gift-wrapped boxes on the sofa and the coffee table.

They were some nourishment and exclusive daily necessities.

Even the sunflowers in the ward were fresh with dew on them.

These things must be prepared by Franklin.

Otto couldn't be so kind and generous.

Sylvia was touched and looked at Franklin with mixed feelings in her eyes. "You are even more attentive than | am. Thank you." Franklin was so considerate.

What he did was even better than Sylvia did.

"Your grandmother is my grandmother.” Franklin narrowed his dark eyes and looked down at Sylvia, saying in a low and pleasant voice, "You used to be more filial to Grandpa than | was, so it's my turn to do this for you." Sylvia was a little stunned. She blinked her eyes and thought of when the old Maskelyne was alive.

Franklin was very busy, so she would spend some time playing chess and chatting with the old Maskelyne.

Back then, she had to keep her marriage a secret, so she couldn't have Kira live with her.

Now that she was divorced, she would have Kira live with her at any cost.

Kira lingered over Franklin and Sylvia and thought they were perfect for each other.

"Franklin, | told you | didn't need this, but your assistant kept bringing things to me." Kira said cheerfully, "Don't do that anymore. Sibbie works here. The doctors and nurses are very nice to me. | do enjoy being hospitalized." Franklin smiled as well and his eyes, which had always been cold, turned soft. "Grandma, keep a good mood, and you will recover soon." Sylvia did not say anything but gave breakfast to Kira. Seeing this, Franklin hurried to put a small tray table on the bed.

Just then, Sylvia's cell phone rang.

She picked up and a timid voice came from inside, "Miss Andrews, this is Jenna." On the other side of the phone, Jenna's face was flushed. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

She was a little unsure of herself and glanced at Aldo, who was looking at her encouragingly.

Aldo grabbed Jenna's small hand and whispered, "You can do it. Trust yourself!" Jenna bit her lower lip when she heard Sylvia's gentle voice. "What's wrong? What can | do for you?" "Miss Andrews, |..." Jenna's heart pounded extremely fast. The more nervous she was, the more she stammered.

She tried to speak, but she couldn't.

As a result, her face turned red.

Seeing this, Aldo was heartbroken. "Take a deep breath, Jenna. You can do it. Miss Andrews cares about you, so she is willing to listen to you."