After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525

She watched the man fight with several men in black smoothly.
Then he ducked to avoid the attack of a man in black.
And with a swift movement, he carried a vase on the basement door and thumped it at the man.
The vase cracked. The black-clad man's head bleed.
Sylvia, who was not weak, kicked a man in black straight at Tyrell!
Tyrell was startled and scrambled to his feet to dodge.
The man in black thumped heavily on the couch.
Mrs. Maskelyne sneered and joined the fray.
However, she overlooked Sylvia's strengths.
She thought she could catch Sylvia because she had more helpers, but forgot that Franklin was extremely powerful.
If he were to have an attack and mania seized up, he might lose his mind and then Sylvia would be left alone for the fight.
However, to Mrs. Maskelyne's surprise, even though she had stimulated Franklin this time, Franklin did not have a seizure.
His face was sullen and cold, with a touch of coldness.
The strokes were deadly, and the punches were to the bone.
The group of black-clad men were no match for him.
He deserved to be the patriarch of the Ryan family.
Tyrell held the black cat and glared at him angrily, "Franklin, you bastard, how dare you do this to your mother and me."
"How dare you fight!"
"You've gone too far!"
"Don't touch Sylvia! She's my bottom line." Franklin threw the last black-clad man straight to Tyrell's feet with a thud, and Tyrell's face grew harder and harder.
He stared at Franklin with a deadly stare, "What's your problem? How dare you do this to us."
"We the Maskelyne family brought you up with so much efforts, and is this how you repay us?" Mrs. Maskelyne also roared in anger.
The moment she made the sound, she was hit by Sylvia's slap again.
She couldn't help but take several steps backward before stabilizing her body.
"What else would you do but morally kidnap Franklin?"
Sylvia raised an eyebrow at her, "Can't you guys have some fresh tricks?"
Tyrell dropped the black cat and held a contract out directly, "Sign this. We'll go."
"What is this?" Franklin had a chilling look in his eyes.
"The authority transfer contract of the Maskelyne Group and the SouthStar Airlines." Tyrell smiled wickedly, "Just give them all to me and I'll be sure to run them properly for you."
"When Grandpa passed away, he distributed the property and gave you and Mom shares. You still want the whole group? You guys can sell your shares if you are short of money." Franklin said coldly.
These two greedy middle-aged people were simply disgusting.
If it weren't for the fact that he was the adopted son of the Maskelyne family, he would really want to cut ties with them.
"Don't you forget, we're the real Maskelynes, you? You're just an adopted son."
Mrs. Maskelyne said with disdain and contempt, "It is the Maskelyne family that gives you everything."
"That's why it's even more important for me to guard Maskelyne Group and guard SouthStar Airlines for my grandfather."
"You ask for it."
Tyrell didn't bother to talk to Franklin anymore and pulled Mrs. Maskelyne up, "Let's go first."
"Franklin, wait, we won't spare you." Mrs. Maskelyne walked away without forgetting to threaten Franklin and Sylvia.
The group of black-clad men hurriedly got up from the ground humming and hurried to follow.
Sylvia let out a long breath as she heard the door to the villa being slam shut.
"You seem to be fully recovered from your illness."
'Mr. Henderson does have a couple of tricks up his sleeve.'
In the past, Franklin would have had an attack if he had been stimulated in this way.
But now, he just looked a little pale.
Franklin didn't expect Sylvia to be concerned about his status.
His heart warmed and he couldn't help but take her into his arms, "What a fool."
In the hospital.
Tiffany and Neve stepped out of the elevator together with some fruit and some daily necessities.
The old Evans had been transferred to the general ward.
Mother and daughter headed towards the ward.
And at that moment in the ward, the nurses were feeding the old Evans porridge.
Now he could only eat something light in his condition.
Neve put down the lunch box and looked at the bowl of porridge with disgust, "Dad, I've brought you chicken soup. Have some. It's good for your health."
"Ma'am, the old Evans is very weak right now, and Dr. Andrews has told him not to eat something greasy." The nurse reminded Neve in a low voice.
Neve changed color and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, "When will he recover without eating nutritious food? What is Sylvia doing? I think she's doing it on purpose. She doesn't want the old Evans to recover!"
The nurse looked like in trouble, "That's what Dr. Andrews told me. Or, if you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself."
"Is that your attitude? You'll be so fired!" Tiffany was furious at the fact that the caregiver was only obedient to Sylvia in every way.
"I hired the caregiver. Who dares to fire her!"
Suddenly, Neve and Tiffany subconsciously looked over and saw Sylvia in a white lab coat standing at the door of the ward.
She looked slender and tall in a loose white coat, and her disposition was impressive.
Neve said reluctantly, "I just want the old Evans to recover as soon as possible health, so I might sound a little offensive. Don't take it personally."
No matter how unconvinced she was, how unhappy she was, she had to pretend to be nice in the presence of the old Evans.
"Sylvia..." the old Evans held out his hand towards Sylvia, who hesitated for a moment, but walked over, "Grandpa."
"I don't have many days left. If you still refused to inherit my property, then I'll just die now!"
With that, the old Evans reached for the instrument on the side, ready to turn it off.
"Grandpa ... Don't ..." Sylvia hurried to grab his hand, "Don't be impulsive."
The old Evans' hand was still on the instrument, holding down the switch with force, "If you don't agree, I'll turn off this instrument now, and I won't receive any treatment. I'll just die."
"Grandpa, why do you have to threaten me?" Sylvia sighed, "I don't have much affection with the Evans family. I grew up in the countryside. I have no obligation or responsibility for the Evans family. There are so many descendants who want to inherit the Evans family, why do you have to pick me?"
"Only you deserve to be the heir ... All of them are losers, only squander money. If I let them take over the Evans family, it will disappear from the world!"