After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 103

"What?" Poppy swallowed, not quite knowing what she meant.

"People should study hard if they are stupid."

Poppy felt very hurt.

How did Goddess who just saved her life suddenly become so...

James gradually opened his eyes, his head still dizzy.

"James, you've come to your senses?"

Poppy stood to her feet and walked over to the bed, looking at James with concern.

"Well, where's Sylvia?" James touched his painful wound which was now bandaged with a circle of

gauze.

"Don't worry. She's still here," Poppy said in a rush.

Franklin looked at James with displeasure since he looked for Sylvia the second he woke up.

"Your brother is here too, so let me make it clear." Sylvia got up from the sofa with a cold expression on

her pretty face, "We've been divorced for over a month. From now on, James, you should directly turn

to your brother if you need anything instead of asking me for help."

"What? You two are divorced?" James almost fell off the bed.

Poppy's eyes brimmed with tears, "How can you get divorced? Sylvia, you don't care about us

anymore?"

But she just had a soft spot for Sylvia.

No wonder she always felt that Sylvia had somewhat changed in some way.

It turned out to be the influence of a divorce.

But Sylvia was so charismatic after the divorce!

She would not refuse to live with Sylvia and stay with her 24/7; Sylvia was her idol!

"You two used to hate me in the old days. Now what? Can't you leave me now?" Sylvia raised an

eyebrow and looked at them.

"Sylvia! No, no! Sylvia, with my severe pain, don't divorce my brother, will you?"

James clutched his head and began to play the sympathy card.

"You are not badly injured, so give it a rest!" Sylvia glanced coldly at James, ignoring Franklin and

walking away.

Greed, repression, and forbearance filled Franklin's eyes fixed on her back.

Eventually, he marched and chased her.

He always seemed to be chasing her like that since their divorce.

Sylvia heard footsteps behind her and the man suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia parted her red lips and said lightly.

"Thank you." The man hoarsely said with difficulty after a long time. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"Never mind. Regard it as a reward for you not giving me a hard time during our marriage of four

years," Sylvia said nonchalantly and intended to leave.

Franklin watched the slender figure step into the elevator.

He squeezed in with his hulky figure when she lowered her eyes to close the door.

She was pressed against the wall, and the man's hot lip met her lip fiercely and impatiently before she

could react.

Sylvia's heart pounded.

Her eyes widened and she tried to push him away, but the man was so strong that she was cornered

against the wall and could not break free from his arms.

Suddenly the elevator plummeted.

A strange sound came from overhead.

Darkness covered the elevator the next second.

Franklin immediately reached out and covered her with his body to protect her.

"Sweetie!"

Sylvia took a deep breath.

The descending elevator suddenly got stuck in one place and, after a few jerks, stopped falling down.

"The elevator should be broken."

"Are you scared?" Franklin's voice reverberated in the darkness.

But then the elevator started to shake violently with a thud again.

"Damn, on what floor are we!" Franklin let go of Sylvia and tried to find the problem.

Sylvia was silent; he frowned, turning back to find her in the darkness, but his work failed even from

such a short distance.

"Dear?" Franklin tried again.

Still no response.

Sylvia's mind went blank and void began to possess her pupils.

She was moved from left to right in the darkness as the elevator shook vehemently again.

She held her head tightly with her hands.

She could almost feel the virus inside her body starting to kick in, her body slowly turning cold as the

virus spread all over her body as a result of her mood swing.

She was overwhelmed by things she least wanted to recall as if her Pandora's Box had been opened

by the virus.

She started shaking, "No ... No ... Dad, don't fight ... Dad, let me out."

She fell to her knees and had difficulties breathing, feeling like the air in her chest growing thinner and

thinner. She was almost entirely controlled by the virus; it was as if she was forced back to her

childhood again ... So helpless, so scared ... No one was there to help her, no one ...

Her heart almost broke as she looked at the man slamming his fist frantically into her ...

Franklin heard Sylvia's voice, felt around for her, and grabbed her hand, only to be startled by the

coldness.

"Sweetie? How are you feeling?"

Sylvia's hands trembled even more as if she was immersed in her world.

Her lips were getting paler and paler with her dry throat; she saw her mother in that world.

"Mom ... take me with you."

"Mom, Dad hit me again today; Mom, I miss you so much."

"Mom ..."

In the darkness, she reached out to the hands of her mother and flung herself over ...

Mother smiled so softly; Sibbie was not afraid ...

"Mama ..." She kept whispering with her eyes wet with tears because she felt she was tightly hugged

by her mom.

She gradually lost consciousness over time...

"Sweetie, are you still awake?" Franklin only felt the weakening strength from her small hand that

gripped him.

"Sweetie, can you hear me?" He clasped Sylvia's cold body into his arms, his voice tense with a hint of

concern he didn't notice himself.

But there was only deadly silence in the elevator.

There was still no response from Sylvia.

"Is there anyone in there, please?" Maintenance men rushed up with a large metal clip outside the

elevator.

"We're here!" Franklin responded right away, "Open it up quickly! Someone here seemed to be stifling!"