After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 309

But all was too late now. Eddie wanted to murder him.

The old Evans's heart was broken.

The pain within was sharper than the pain in his body.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open.

A tall, beautiful woman stepped in. She looked at him expressionlessly.

"Sylvia..." the old Evans called weakly.

Sylvia walked to the bed step by step, lowered her eyes, and looked at the old, dying man on the bed.

Was he really her family?

But why didn't she feel close to him?

Was it because her mother was kicked out of the family by him?

She had mixed feelings.

After a while, she finally spoke. "Is my mother your daughter?"

"Yes... She is." the old Evans nodded. "I am your grandfather."

"But... Why can't I feel any connection between you and me?" Sylvia smiled mockingly.

"I wanted to ask you the first time I saw you. Is your mother alright?" What the old Evans wanted to know the most was Monica's news.

"My dad said she died in a car accident when I was eight years old." Sylvia closed her eyes and reopened them.

She's dead? How come? How could she die so young? She is a genius! It must be my fault. I was too cruel to her..." the old Evans wept silently, laying weakly, trembling like a broken old bellows.

"Monica!"

"My daughter！"

His heart hurt so hard that he could barely breathe.

The old Evans' tears kept running down. He was like an extinguishing candle in the wind.

"You are 22 years old, right?" the old Evans wiped away his tears and looked at Sylvia with his cloudy eyes.

"Yes."

"Is your birthday in October?"

"Yes."

"It's you then. Your mother was pregnant all of a sudden and she wouldn't tell me what happened. I was so angry that I drove her out of the family. She was stubborn. And she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I have been looking for her for so many years...but since she left the Evans family, there has been no news of her. I don't know why she married your father."

Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind, "So... Otto is not my father?"

"I am not sure," the old Evans said helplessly, "Your father is not worthy of your mother at all."

Sylvia's heart was pounding. If Otto wasn't her father, who was?

Her mind went blank.

What about her sister who died with her mother? Who was the father of her sister?

She didn't dare to think about it further.

Why?

She was trapped in a mystery.

She wanted to solve it, but she couldn't.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when she walked out of the ward.