After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 10

They had just separated, and now they met again.

It was a small world.

But now that they had divorced, she had no obligation to force smiles at him again.

When she got up and passed by Franklin, Franklin grabbed her arm. "Why came here?"

"To see the old Maskelyne."

Sylvia looked at him expressionlessly. She looked alienated and distant, completely different from the tender woman she used to be. Wearing a black dress, she seemed to exude the same oppressive aura as Franklin did.

Franklin felt that the Sylvia in front of him was so strange. She seemed completely different from the woman he knew.

"Mr. Maskelyne, please let me go," Sylvia opened her red lips and said indifferently.

Franklin let go of her arm and she walked away in her high heels. Every step she took made him feel hurt inside.

At this time, he finally came to realize that she was no longer his wife, but his ex-wife. They would be the most familiar stranger to each other from now on.

As soon as Franklin got in the car after he visited the old Maskelyne, he received a call from Jasper. "Master Franklin, Honey was caught in an accident during her filming, she broke her leg and now she has been sent to the Lilypad General Hospital."

Franklin started the car and spoke with a Bluetooth headset. "How could she be so careless?"

"How should we deal with this? The senior executives asked me to call for your opinion."

"I'm heading for the Lilypad General Hospital right now. Wait for me there," Franklin said and hung up the phone.

In the Lilypad General Hospital.

Jasper waited anxiously in the parking lot. When he saw Franklin's car, he immediately walked up. "Honey has been transferred from the emergency room to the operating room and is undergoing surgery."

"Take me there." Franklin was about to walk to the elevator when Jasper stopped him. "Now the hospital is full of reporters. You should better take the safe passage."

If those reporters saw Franklin, they would make up stories.

Rumors might appear.

Franklin stopped and then took the safe passage.

The operating room was on the fifth floor.

Just as he stepped out of the safe passage, he saw a group of people walking out of the elevator at the end of the corridor.

The person taking the lead was a woman in a white doctor's coat, her long hair was neatly bundled, showing her fair neck. While walking, she was reading someone's medical records. She looked really professional.

She was followed by a dozen of doctors and nurses, all with respectful expressions.

When Franklin saw the woman's face, he was dumbfounded.

Who could tell him why his ex-wife, Sylvia, the woman who had been a stay-at-home housewife for four years, was in the hospital, wearing a doctor's coat?

"Sylvia?"

Sylvia stopped three steps away from him, and the people behind her all stopped.

The corridor was in silence.

"Mr. Maskelyne," Sylvia answered, expressionless.

"Why are you here?" Franklin came back from the shock, his eyes fixed on Sylvia's pretty face.

He had to admit that she was really beautiful no matter what she wore. Even in a doctor's coat, she looked charming and alluring.

Franklin was in shock and so was Jasper.

They had long known that there was a renowned doctor in Lilypad General Hospital, a young woman who had created a lot of medical miracles and saved a lot of lives.

But they didn't know it was Sylvia.

Moreover, just now, Sylvia looked cold and aloof, which was nothing like the Sylvia they knew. Franklin had always thought of her as a sweet and gentle woman. He really couldn't believe it.

Was this the real her right now? Had she been pretending to be someone else all this time?

In the operating room.

Sylvia's voice kept sounding, "Give me the tweezer."

"The hemostatic forceps."

"Her heartbeat?"

"And her blood pressure?"

...

The patient was a 95-year-old man who fell down and hurt his spine. Because of his age, the operation was high-risk and no doctor dared to do the surgery.

The dean had to ask Sylvia to do it.

The operation took about seven hours.

Sylvia was sweating already and her legs had been numb from all the standing.

When the last stitch was finished, she breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's done."