After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 307

Sylvia walked over quickly and saw several nurses trying to stop Neve and Tiffany, who wanted to enter the room.

Sylvia frowned. Her beautiful face paled under the light of the corridor. "What's going on?"

"Miss Andrews!" The nurses rushed to her as if they saw a savior. "They want to break into the ward."

"Leave it to me," Sylvia said expressionlessly.

Neve glared at Sylvia, pointing at her. "Is it you? It's you, right? It's you who asked them to stop us, isn't it?"

"Mrs. Evans." Sylvia looked at Neve's arrogant look and sneered, "The old Evans is not ready for visitors. He is very weak now. He's got multiple fractures all over his body. And he is old. Are you caring about him by being noisy?"

Neve was guilty after hearing Sylvia's words.

Her arrogance faded a little bit.

Yet she insisted, "I don't care, I can't sleep until I see my dad safe and sound."

Tiffany didn't speak. She was thinking about how Isaac and Sylvia sat side by side at the Golden Restaurant that day.

Sylvia was such a flirtatious bitch! Why wouldn't she let Franklin go when she had such a gorgeous man as Isaac?

Sylvia was Issac's sister? That was bullshit!

It would be more exciting to have sex with a so-called brother, wouldn't it?

Tiffany was pissed off when she thought about this.

She told herself she must get something on Sylvia.

Sylvia and the attending doctor entered the ward to check on the old Evans' condition.

The old Evans had a strong desire to live.

The moment he saw Sylvia, his eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand towards Sylvia. His lips moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

He tried several times with all his strength and finally muttered a word.

"Sylvia..."

Sylvia held his skinny palm and said softly, "Sir, don't worry. I don't know what you wanted to ask me that day, but nothing is more important than your health. We'll talk about it when you feel better."

The old Evans was severely injured. And he could never recover no matter what.

There would definitely be sequelae as his legs were broken. Presumably, he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Fortunately, his brain was intact.

Sylvia's voice seemed to have some kind of magic that made people relieved.

The old Evans, extremely tired, slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Outside the ward, Sylvia saw Tiffany pestering Franklin.

Franklin was leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. He was checking something on his phone.

Tiffany, in high heels, was looking up at Franklin with affection in her eyes.

"I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time, and I haven't seen you for a long time either, why don't we go have some barbecue together?"

"My treat! Would you please come, Franklin?"

"Franklin? Why aren't you speaking? Don't you like my clothes?"

Sylvia was speechless.

She had never seen someone so humble, so shameless.

Wasn't it obvious enough that Franklin was ignoring her?

Did Tiffany even get a brain?

Hearing the sound of the door, Franklin raised his head reflexively. Then, he smiled at Sylvia and walked to her.

"How is the old Evans doing?"

"He is conscious. But his body is seriously injured, so he fell asleep again." Sylvia glanced at Neve and Tiffany. "The patient is very weak. The doctors and nurses here will take care of him, you can go back now."

"Alright!" When Neve heard that the old Evans was conscious, she got a terrible idea.

She couldn't believe that he was still alive after such a car accident.

She glanced at Tiffany, Franklin, and Sylvia, then smiled at Franklin in a flattering way. "Mr. Maskelyne, I know a good barbecue restaurant. You and Tiffany haven't seen each other for a while, why don't you guys go there together?"