After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Looking at the dead cat on the ground, no one went up to take care of its corpse.

Tyrell was a ruthless and horrifying man.

"Frank." He called Franklin.

Franklin was stunned and looked up at Tyrell.

"Father." "So, you still remember I'm your father?" Tyrell snorted.

"Father..." "You haven't visited your mother and me for almost two years. You must think you have grown mature enough to live without us now." "I'm sorry." "I heard you divorced,” Tyrell said in a stern voice. He knew that his son didn't have much love for him.

Maybe he had been desperate to cut off all connection with him. Or maybe he might even want to...

"Father, you didn't care when | got married. Why are you asking me about my divorce now?" Franklin looked aloof.

Their relationship was even worse than that between two strangers.

"Why should | care? You don't deserve it," Tyrell said coldly, "And you know why. You are the cruelest man in the world. You killed your sister. She was such a sweet girl and you killed her!" Franklin lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"If accusing me is what you want me here for, there's no need for that." The anger in his eyes gave him away.

He felt heartbroken at the mention of his elder sister.

"You don't deserve anyone's love, so you divorced. And look at you, you can't even keep a woman. You are useless! You have money and power, so what? Your wife left you. Why? Because you are simply trash! You are a murderer who killed your sister!" Tyrell started at Franklin, suddenly got up, walked up to him, and his cold voice sounded in Franklin's ear.

"Franklin, you're garbage. You're a waste! Of course, your wife would leave you. Because you don't deserve anyone's love, you should go to hell!" "Stop! Stop talking!" Franklin hit the pillar next to him with his fist in anger.

Blood gushed out.

Tyrell sneered, and his demon-like voice echoed in the hall. He grabbed Franklin's hand, "Look, you can bleed? My daughter, died bleeding and it hurt thousand times more than you do now!" "Why waste any time on him?" Suddenly, a woman's voice came.

Franklin looked over and saw a woman walking down the stairs. She looked gorgeous, in a tailored dress that was embroidered with flowers.

But her words were cruel.

She walked up to Franklin. Her eyes blazed with coldness.

All of a sudden, she slapped him in the face, but Franklin had been numb and didn't feel any pain. "You know why we called you here?" Kaitlin stared at him, "Because... It's your sister's death anniversary tomorrow. You must have forgotten all about it." "I haven't..." Franklin's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at everyone in the hall without any focus.

It hurt... his heart hurt as well as his head.

He felt as if his head was going to explode.

It hurt so much... ‘Sylvia, where are you? | am so sad. | can hardly breathe..." Despair overwhelmed Franklin.

No... He had been in guilt and pain for all these years and he had been missing his sister...

It was his fault...

It was all his fault...

"Ah!" Franklin screamed all of a sudden and hit his head on the pillar.

Tyrell glanced at him and said to the men in black standing in the hall, "Lock him in the cage, and don't give him any water.” A dozen men immediately walked up to Franklin, who was in mania. They couldn't control him at all.

Franklin's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to let it all out.

He could bear the pain and despair no more.

He had lost all sanity.

The men in black tried again and again but in vain.

They couldn't fight Franklin at all.

In the end, someone used a tranquilizer gun and shot Franklin, who soon passed out.

Looking at him being dragged out of the hall by the men in black, Kaitlin said to Tyrell with a smile, "Sweetie, why keep him alive? He's just a waste." "Don't you think the annual torture of him is interesting?" Tyrell held her waist. "Moreover, he makes our money." Then, he kissed Kaitlin on the neck.

"You are so bad!" Kaitlin pouted.

"Mom, Dad. | heard that Frankie's here?" Just then, Taryn Maskelyne walked into the hall in light steps with her luxury bag.

She was beautiful, with big eyes and fair skin. Her curvy hair suited her very well.

Kaitlin waved at her, indicating for her to come over.

Taryn walked up to her and said sweetly, "Mom, where's he?" Kaitlin sighed and didn't look as cruel as she was just now. "Alas! His mania attacked him again. You can go see him tomorrow when he gets better." "Is he missing Makena again?" Taryn hugged Kaitlin and kissed her on the cheek. "Mom, Dad, don't be too sad." All that Taryn knew was that Makena and she were twins and Makena was older than her. She and Franklin once got lost in the countryside and were separated. She accidentally fell off a cliff and died.

Franklin had been feeling guilty and had his mania, which would get the best of him sometimes. Often several days a year.

Taryn was sad about her sister's death, but even sadder about Franklin's mania after that.

Her eyes turned red. "I'm going back to my room." It had been a whole day.

Franklin had told Sylvia he would come back taking tonight's flight, but he hadn't called or texted her all day.

She tried calling him but no one answered. And he didn't reply to any of her text messages.

Sylvia had a bad feeling.

He would be fine.

He was an excellent captain who had never had any flight accidents.

He must be fine.

She had been following the flight information, but since the plane took off, it didn't seem to land.

It was four in the morning and there was fog.

Sylvia tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. In the end, she got dressed and went to the airport to wait for Franklin.