After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 274

"What are you doing here?" Neve dragged Tiffany's arm and looked around cautiously. Fortunately, she didn't raise her voice earlier.

Otherwise, the old Evans would be alerted.

Gripping Tiffany's arm, Neve dragged her into her room.

"Mom... Just now..." Tiffany looked anxious. "You don't know what I've heard just now."

Neve didn't care. "Nothing matters. Did your grandfather miss his late wife again?"

"Nah, Mom..." Tiffany whispered in her ear.

Neve's lips twitched into a sneer.

"That old bastard still thinks about Sylvia Andrews. Monica Evans disgraced our family, so she was kicked out. Her daughter came back to steal our family properties. Although we're not an influential family, we're much better than the common ones."

"What should we do now, Mom?" Tiffany asked anxiously, as she didn't want Sylvia to come back.

"Let's make a move before he does. Before your grandfather talks to that little bitch, we must..." Neve's eyes were full of fierceness.

In the old Evans' room, lying on the bed, the old Evans stared at the ceiling in a daze, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He felt guilty for his youngest daughter. After seeing Sylvia, he failed to repress all his mixed feelings.

After so many years, he had never considered seeing Monica's daughter.

He slowly closed his eyes.

...

The next morning, when Sylvia woke up, she took two red pills as usual.

After the treatment in the past few days, she became much better than earlier.

Although she had lost some weight, she was spirited.

She had a walk in the yard behind the lab.

The morning sun fell on her, warming up her body.

Sylvia checked the time on her phone, wondering what Franklin was doing.

She realized there was a time difference between them.

Sitting in a deck chair under a tree, she fluttered her long eyelashes and pressed her tender, pink lips together.

She looked like a nymph who had just left the forest.

No one could resist such a beautiful view, and Franklin wasn't an exception.

Standing by the window, he held the telescope to watch her.

He couldn't tear his gaze off Sylvia's bright eyes. Suddenly, Logan walked out of the lab while holding a blanket. Then he covered her with it gently.

Jealousy and possessiveness filled Franklin's eyes.

Logan brought him a weird feeling.

Franklin had thought Logan had a crush on Sylvia, but most of the time, he didn't feel Logan was not possessive of Sylvia. However, Logan took great care of Sylvia, which couldn't be done if Logan had no feelings for her.

Franklin had met countless people, but he couldn't tell what was in Logan's mind.

He took a deep breath and checked the bandage on his chest.

The white gauze covered his muscled chest. Although his wound was healing, they hadn't scabbed yet.

Whenever he tightened his muscle, blood oozed.

"Mr. Maskelyne, breakfast is ready." Jasper pushed the door open and entered the ward.