After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Aldo had sent a lot of men to find her but in vain.

He sat on the sofa, feeling lonely and empty.

Gradually, he drifted into sleep.

During his sleep, he seemed to feel someone gently cover him with a blanket.

He opened his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him. He was excited and raised his hand to grab her wrist, "Jenna, you came back." Cristal was stunned.

She said indifferently, "It's me." It wasn't Jenna? Aldo sat up, fixed his eyes on her, and found the woman in front of him was the blind date woman a few days ago.

She wore a red dress that framed her good body shape, and the light makeup made her look like a socialite.

Aldo loosened her wrist in embarrassment and rubbed his eyes. "Why are you here?" Cristal tried hard to suppress her anger. She sat down beside him. "I heard that your adopted daughter is missing, so | came to check on you." "Thank you for your concern," Aldo said.

Cristal was 28, only two years younger than Aldo.

She stretched out her hand, gently put it on the back of Aldo's hand, and said in a charming voice, "Mr. Carson, | am very interested in you. Should we date?" "Miss Chan, | have made it clear to you that | love someone else," Aldo said with a frown. His mother must have meddled in this.

Otherwise, how did Cristal know where he lived? As if hearing some kind of joke, Cristal laughed, "What does that matter? | stand a chance as long as you are a bachelor.

Besides, you can get divorced after marriage. What does it matter if you love someone else now?" As she said, she grabbed Aldo's hand and put it on her thigh. "You are in your thirties already. Don't you want to..." She was trying to seduce him.

Aldo didn't expect this bold move from her since this was only the second time they had seen each other.

He withdrew his hand at once and stood up. "Miss Chan, please behave yourself. You have to learn to respect yourself before others can respect you." Aldo said, irritated, "Excuse me, Miss Chan. | have something else to do." Then, he walked out without waiting for Cristal's answer.

Again! She was left alone again by him! Cristal gritted her teeth in anger.

There were now the servants and her left in the house.

She grabbed her purse and left.

In Lilypad General Hospital, the old Evans would be discharged from the hospital today. Almost the whole family came and everyone was packing up his things.

The old Evans looked upset somehow.

A nurse came over to deliver the medicine to him. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Miss, has Dr. Sylvia come to work today?" It had been so long since he last saw Sylvia.

Since the operation, Sylvia had only asked once about his condition, then another doctor took it over.

The nurse put the medicine in front of him, smiled, and said, "Dr. Sylvia has asked for leave and may not come to the hospital recently.” The old Evans was worried, "Why would she ask for leave? Is she sick?" "We don't know much about Dr. Sylvia," the nurse said and then went out.

When Tiffany heard her grandpa asking about Sylvia, she got jealous.

What was going on? Franklin was protective of Sylvia, and now her grandpa was worried about Sylvia.

Jealousy came over Tiffany. She said, pouting, "Grandpa, why do you want to see her? She always wears a long face. It's so annoying." "Tiffany Evans!" The old Evans looked at her with a frown.

The old Evans rarely called her by her full name.

There was only one occasion when he would, and that was when he was angry.

Tiffany was nervous. She came to pick her grandfather up early in the morning and didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Why was he angry? How hard he was to please! "Grandpa... I... Did | say anything wrong?" "You know what you did in Lleilaga," the old Evans said seriously, "It was a huge favor that Mr. Maskelyne didn't throw you off the plane for what you did there! And later, you slandered Dr. Sylvia in the mall and almost hurt her! Tiffany, why were you so ill- bred? You humiliated the whole family!" A hint of fluster appeared on Tiffany's face.

How did her grandfather know all of these? Who told him? Who was so gossipy? She was very angry, but she could only swallow the anger.

"Grandpa, it's not like that. | can explain..." "Explain? There are all videos of you making a scene on the Internet now. Do you think | couldn't see them or | wouldn't hear anything because | have been in the hospital?" the old Evans yelled at her, "Do such a thing again and you will be punished!" "Dad, Tiffany got up early and came here to pick you up. You shouldn't be so hard on her," Neve said, protecting her daughter.

Neve curled her mouth. Why was the old Evans so protective of Sylvia? "Besides, Sylvia provoked Tiffany every time they met. She must have done it on purpose. Tiffany is simple-minded and falls into her trap." "It's just because Tiffany has a mother like you that she ended up like this!" The old Evans trembled with anger.

Eddie hurriedly said, "Dad, keep calm. You can't get angry after the heart bypass surgery.” The old Evans shook his head with anger. "Just do what you want! | don't care anymore!" After that, he walked out of the ward with Eddie's help.

None of the Evans could make him free from worries.

The old Evans seemed to be many years older in an instant.

In the Wilson's Villa, Winter lay in bed in her room.

Someone said that abortion would damage one's health. In particular, she was a middle-aged woman now.

She had to take care of her health after the abortion, or it would be even more difficult to get pregnant again.

She didn't care. From her current status, how could she get pregnant again? She would rather she could never get pregnant.

However, when she closed her eyes, she couldn't help imagining a cute little child who kept calling her "mommy".

At the thought of that, she couldn't help but want to cry.

It was all her fault, she failed to protect her baby...

Winter closed her eyes again.

Just then, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and someone walked in.

Winter pretended to be asleep and did not open her eyes.

Clark had a cup of milk in his hand, standing before the bed.

Looking at the woman in bed, he had mixed feelings.