After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900

As we reflect on this event, we are reminded of the importance of preparedness and quick action in times of crisis. We honor the bravery and selflessness of those who risked their own safety to save yours.

Your resilience throughout this ordeal serves as an inspiration to us all. We will never forget the strength you showed in facing adversity and emerging victorious.

May this commemoration serve as a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.

The old Evans just wanted Sylvia to come back to him and help him manage the company well. If he could take the Evans family to another level, that would be great.

He was dreaming, but Sylvia remained indifferent. "I think Uncle Eddie and Aunt Alyssa are capable enough. Let's leave it to them."

Eddie and Alyssa of the Evans family were stunned by what Sylvia said. They thought she would join the family as soon as she returned.

Alyssa looked at Sylvia suspiciously, wondering if what she said was true or false.

The old Evans' smile froze on his face. "Sylvia, do you still have a grudge against me? Your mother... "

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. I'm not even surnamed Evans," Sylvia interrupted him, taking a sip of water.

She felt heavy-hearted after seeing many citizens rushing towards Lilypad General Hospital on her way here. Her mind was preoccupied with Professor Peterson's death; she didn't have much energy left for dinner with the Evans family's members.

But when she thought about the Old Evans' health condition and age, she suppressed her urge to leave immediately. After all, he raised her mother into an adult.

During dinner time, no matter how hard the Old Evans tried to persuade her otherwise; Sylvia remained unmoved, coming for dinner was already giving face; anything else wasn't necessary.

Eddie and Alyssa had initially planned some mischief but kept silent since they realized that their impression of Sylvia did not match reality at all.

After finishing their meal together, Sylvia left promptly while the Old Evans stood sadly outside the restaurant, watching her retreating figure disappear into the distance.

"Who knows when I'll see her again?" He sighed heavily

"Dad... why don't you consider me?" Eddie suggested hesitantly, "What She said is right. She isn't even part of our family."

The old Evans cut him off abruptly before he could finish his sentence. "Do you have that capability? If it weren't for your bullying Monica back then..."

He trailed off mid-sentence before sighing heavily again. "Forget it!"

Alyssa's expression changed suddenly upon hearing Monica's name mentioned -the woman who got pregnant accidentally with someone else's child years ago- She always believed nobody knew about this secret except herself... Did old Evans know?

No way! That couldn't be possible!

Sylvia went to the flower shop and bought a bunch of bright white chrysanthemums for mourning. As she stepped out of the shop, she noticed that all the cars on the road had come to a stop. She was puzzled until she saw a black hearse in the distance. Was it Professor Peterson's hearse? The cars on the road began honking in mourning.

She stood there, stunned, amidst the crowd of people who were following behind the car. Holding her bouquet of white chrysanthemums, Sylvia followed them towards where they were headed - towards the funeral home.

There were many citizens queuing up and moving slowly forward with their offerings of fresh flowers for mourning. Many delivery boys from different parts of town shuttled back and forth between various flower shops, delivering flowers as offerings from online friends.

The line stretched for about five or six miles long as people moved forward little by little. Funeral home staff directed traffic at its entrance while arranging for these mourners who came to pay their respects.

"Respect the elder's wishes; keep it simple and don't waste money," read a large notice posted outside by Sylvia's sightline that shook her heartstrings deeply.

Some citizens cried out loud while presenting their flowers. "Professor Peterson, rest in peace."

Sylvia was lost in thought as she waited patiently in line when suddenly she spotted Franklin and Jasper among those gathered around her!

Not only that but Logan, Eden with Longevity Pharmaceuticals employees also arrived along with Master Keturah Foundation colleagues!

Just then, Sylvia's Facebook notification sounded off - Jaden messaged her. "Boss, are you here? We're waiting in line."

"I'm here too," replied Sylvia quickly before asking him if any members from the Dark Night had shown up yet?

"Yes," Jaden responded promptly.

Many flight attendants and pilots from SouthStar Airlines also showed up along with countless others standing together holding bouquets silently walking forward amidst this sea of mourners offering condolences at every step they took toward paying respects to Professor Peterson at his funeral service held today at this location!

The front entrance was filled with an array of colorful floral arrangements sent by everyone who came today! Some would occasionally shout out loudly. "Rest well!" or "You are great!"

At some point during this procession through rain-soaked streets without any opportunity to cut ahead due to crowds forming around them blocking passage ways, Franklin found himself unable to get closer than where he currently stood alongside other mourners, hoping just maybe he could be near enough, especially knowing how much pain must be weighing heavily upon her heart right now too...

At that moment, a sudden cry rang out and a middle-aged woman stumbled over, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Mr. Peterson..." She was one of Professor Peterson's students.

Her eyes were red from crying. "I talked to Mr. Peterson on the phone just last month..."

"Why was he just gone now?"

Seeing her weeping so bitterly, those around her couldn't help but start crying too.

Tens of thousands of citizens came spontaneously to mourn and send Professor Peterson off on his final journey.

Sylvia finally walked out of the crowd in pain and helped up the weeping middle-aged woman. "Take heart! He's watching us from heaven!"