After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The old Evans was resting with his eyes closed in the car.

He had made an appointment with Sylvia in a coffeehouse the moment he got up in the morning.

Thinking of the fact that they were going to talk face to face about the past, he was excited.

When the chauffeur was driving at an intersection near the coffeehouse, all of a sudden, a truck came out of nowhere and hit them.

The Benz crashed and was almost ruined.

The old Evans felt the world spinning and his head was hit hard. Blood came out.

He tried to hold himself together to call the chauffeur, "Zac! Zac!" However, the chauffeur had passed out.

The old Evans wanted to open the door but failed.

He was flustered. He couldn't die! He hadn't told Sylvia what he wanted to say. What could he do now? Sylvia arrived at the coffeehouse five minutes early.

Just when Vaild parked the car and she got out of it, she heard a loud sound of cars crashing.

She turned her head and saw the Benz being hit hard.

A car accident? What was wrong? Some passersby had gathered at the accident scene and some started shooting photos and videos of the accident.

Sylvia immediately called 911.

As she was calling, she strode over and Vaild followed her.

After the truck driver hit the Benz, he got out of it and wanted to escape.

Sylvia stopped him before he did and shouted at him, "Where are you going? You hit someone!" The driver looked in his thirties and was in a panic, "Bitch! Mind your own business!" Sylvia left him to Vaild. "Watch him and don't let him escape!” As she said, she ran towards the Benz.

Soon, she saw the familiar old man in the car.

She was shocked and said to the old Evans, "Mr. Evans? Are you okay?" In a daze, the old Evans seemed to hear someone calling him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure.

"Monica? Is that you? Are you here to take me away?" He was alive! Looking at the closed door and the distorted car body, she tried to open the door, but because of the crash just now, she couldn't no matter how hard she tried.

She looked at the broken engine that was smoking.

The car might explode at any time.

Just then, the police arrived.

They helped get the old Evans and Zac out of the car.

Sylvia immediately started to check for the old Evans. "His head was hit and there seemed to be multiple injuries to him. There might also be internal bleeding.” The ambulance had also arrived.

The medical personnel saw Sylvia as soon as they got out of the car. "Dr. Sylvia! Why are you here?" "How many injured people are there?" "Mr. Evans here and his chauffeur over there," Sylvia answered.

The medical staff soon helped Zac and the old Evans into the ambulance.

Sylvia got in with them.

Vaild handed the truck driver to the police before he drove to the hospital as well.

The old Evans was sent to the emergency room.

Sylvia didn't go in. She was a bit tired.

She hadn't recovered and knew that she shouldn't operate for any surgery now. Moreover, she was still on leave.

The Evans family got here as soon as they received the news and were all surprised when they saw Sylvia standing at the door of the emergency room.

Neve walked up to her and was about to slap her in the face. "You are such a jinx! He got into an accident all because of you! It's all your fault!" Sylvia stood there still while Vaild gripped Neve’s wrist to stop her. "Mind your language!" "Why did she ask my dad to meet her? She must have ill intentions!" Neve cursed in anger.

Tiffany said to her in a low voice, "Mom, maybe it's just an accident. Don't get angry.” Then, she looked at Sylvia and apologized, "I'm sorry, Dr. Sylvia. My mom was just too worried." "Is that so?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows. She remembered that when the old Evans asked her to meet him yesterday, he said he did not tell any of his family about this appointment.

How did Neve know it? Sylvia didn't say anything more.

The Evans all looked at her in anger.

Because Sylvia and Monica looked so alike.

They were annoyed at the sight of her.

Monica was the nightmare of everyone in the Evans family. She had been a genius since she was a child and she learned everything fast. She finished learning all high school courses when she was just a primary student.

She was terribly smart.

All the other Evans kids were ordinary compared to her. It was as if she was born to be a star in the sky while they could only look up at her.

They got irritated simply by looking at Sylvia's face.

Her face reminded them of the past.

They had always been overshadowed by Monica when she was still around.

They couldn't help suspecting that Sylvia was her daughter. Otherwise, why would the old Evans want to see her? Sylvia didn't know what they were thinking. She just waited at the emergency room door.

It was getting dark.

The lights were turned on and the moon had climbed up in the sky.

Somewhere else.

Brock clapped his hands. "Cut! Everyone, you can get off work now!" Poppy nodded her head wearily. She hadn't removed her makeup and walked straight towards the hotel.

She was exhausted after a day's shooting.

She felt very unwell. Her stomach seemed to be burning.

Did she eat something that had gone bad? As she thought, she pushed open the door of Eden's room. As his assistant, she always put him first. She made him dinner, cleaned his clothes, and got the bath water ready.

Then, she was about to walk back to her room.

However, as soon as she turned around, she felt dizzy and the world was spinning.

She fell to the ground.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but her vision had been blurred and she couldn't stand up.

Struck by dizziness, she tried to stand up, but she felt weak all over her body.