After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 899 Sylvia looked at the old Evans with indifference. It had been a long time since she last saw him. She didn't have any feelings towards the Evans family, especially after learning the truth about her mother being kicked out of their family. Even though the old Evans looked frail and worn out, it didn't stir any emotions within her. "I'm sorry, I'm busy today," Sylvia politely declined his invitation. "I've been swamped lately." "Sylvia..." The old Evans' face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly added, "How about tomorrow? Or if not tomorrow, maybe the day after? You don't come back to Larro often... | really miss you!" He gazed at Sylvia with longing eyes hoping that she would agree. Just then Sylvia's phone rang; it was from the dean. "Dr. Sylvia! Something's wrong! Professor Peterson is critically ill! You need to come over right away!" "Professor Peterson?" Sylvia was taken aback as she turned around and headed towards the hospital in a hurry. "What happened? He was fine just recently..." Professor Peterson was one of H Rovirsa's most famous orthopedic surgeons and pioneers in bone surgery; he was also an internationally renowned expert in hepatobiliary surgery who had already reached his nineties this year. How could he suddenly become so sick? Sylvia couldn't spare any more time for the old Evans and hung up on him before rushing into the hospital. The old Evans was startled by what just happened as he followed her with help from his butler. "Sylvia, what's going on?" He asked worriedly. "I might not have time to explain now," replied Sylvia hastily while running ahead of him like a whirlwind. "There is an important patient who needs my immediate attention for resuscitation.” "I heard her mention Professor Peterson..." The old Evan sighed heavily before glancing at Sylvia's retreating figure. "Oh well, let's head home first." When Sylvia arrived at emergency room entrance, Professor Peterson lay unconscious on an operating table inside. "How is he doing?" asked Sylvia anxiously . "All organs are rapidly deteriorating,” said Dean standing beside them, looking pale. Tears shimmered in his eyes. "I'l try again!" Sylvia said as she began checking Professor Peterson's various indicators. "Even if there is a glimmer of hope, we should not give up." However... Half an hour passed. An hour passed. Two hours passed... Sylvia was covered in sweat and exhausted, collapsing on the ground. She closed her eyes. "Announce it." Tears streamed down her face as she thought about how little she had interacted with Professor Peterson. They only ever crossed paths during meetings. But this old man was known for being approachable and treating his patients like family. They had exchanged a few words before, but Sylvia knew he was someone worthy of respect. His noble character was renowned throughout the medical community. Many excellent orthopedic surgeons in hospitals today were once his students. His achievements in medicine were unparalleled by anyone else. As colleagues around them cried softly, Sylvia's eyes turned red too. She felt sad and overwhelmed by emotions that were difficult to describe. She always admired these great people who worked for their country and its people - Professor Peterson was one such person who made significant contributions to society through his work in medicine. He solved many difficult problems and diseases related to orthopedics that others could not solve. The dean bowed deeply towards Professor Peterson before choking out. "Just three months ago, he performed surgery on a patient on the operating table... | never expected that three months later..." "Let us all stand up and bid farewell to Professor Peterson!" Sylvia stood up from the floor then bowed deeply towards him. "Professor Peterson, please rest well!" Everyone in the emergency room bid farewell tearfully towards Professor Peterson. The dean finally stood up wiping away tears before saying. "Notify his family members and superiors.” Sylvia's face turned pale almost transparently white; it was an indescribable pain. A white cloth slowly covered Professor Peterson's body while several nurses pushed him out toward the door with a loud bang sound when they opened it; all of Professor Peterson's family members surrounded him along with some of his students asking questions such as. "How is he doing?" "How is his rescue going?" "My teacher..." The dean looked at them in grief, almost unable to face it. "Organ failure, we... are powerless." Suddenly... a cry of mourning came from the emergency room door. A few minutes later. The whole country knew about this news. All major media outlets, websites, various influential posters and internet celebrities, and stars... Many many... different kinds of netizens. The overwhelming news spread throughout the world. No matter where they were, everyone was mourning, commemorating and feeling sad. When Sylvia returned home with a heavy heart, it was already late at night. Franklin was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. When he saw her return exhausted under the starlight sky he stood up slowly. "I saw the news." Sylvia nodded. "Life and death cannot be stopped by anyone." She was really tired. When she left the hospital there were many people gathered outside spontaneously to send Professor Peterson on his last journey as citizens who respected him greatly. Many of them held flowers in their hands; some even followed along with the funeral procession for a long time... It made her think of an essay she had learned when she was young. "Ten Miles Long Street Sends Premier". She closed her eyes and hugged Franklin's strong waist with both hands while resting her face on his chest. "I'm feeling a little sad." She should produce more RL 133 so that those great masters who contributed to their country could stay in this world longer - more time for them to enjoy their happiness instead of leaving hastily like this. Everyone didn't want them to leave. Franklin reached out his arms tightly around Sylvia's body. "Don't be sad," he said softly into her ear while holding onto her firmly but gently as if comforting a child crying over something small but important enough not to ignore completely. "You will also become someone like him one day too, right?" Sylvia's heart moved slightly; looking into Franklin's clear eyes which still showed off his handsome features including perfect jawline angles that deeply touched Sylvia's heartstrings when he spoke those words so sincerely. "Yes ... | also want to become someone like them." "Let's eat something," Franklin took hold of Sylvia's hand leading towards dining table then said. "Wait for me here; I'll heat up our food." After several minutes passed by, he brought over steaming hot dishes then sat down opposite from Sylvia. "Dig in," He encouraged kindly. Although Sylvia didn't have much appetite left after such an emotional day, she still picked up fork hesitantly before putting it back down again. Opening up Twitter app on phone screen, she logged into an account.

Mrs. Maskelyne used her Twitter account to share the news of the national mourning and added a comment. "Great ergoneoreat aol we yibaEys' ember you." She rarely posted on Twitter, but as soon as she did, it immediately attracted countless comments and likes from netizens who went crazy in response. However, Sylvia didn't bother to look at them; she put down her phone and continued eating. Please read the original content at . After finishing her meal, she went straight back to her bedroom and took a shower before lying down on the bed. Holding onto her phone for a while, she finally dialed the Old Evans’ number. "Hello? It's me. Sylvia," she said.

The Old Evans was originally in a very bad mood; Professor Peterson's departure made him feel even m crisis-ridden apd oppressed hn ever deRare) Shia was also very cold towards him which made him feel even worse. When he suddenly received Sylvia's call at this moment, he was stunned and somewhat incredulous. "Sylvia? You called me?" Please read the original content at . "Don't you want to have dinner with me? How about tomorrow noon? You can choose the location,” Sylvia's voice remained calm but with a hint of awkwardness. "Really?" The Old Evans’ face lit up with surprise. "Okay then! Let's go to Potroast! The environment there is good.” "Sure." After speaking briefly, Sylvia hung up the phone hastily. Perhaps because Professor Peterson's death had touched her heartstrings or out of sympathy for the Old Evans' age; either way she decided that it wouldn't hurt just having one meal together after all. The next day at noon time, Sylvia arrived directly at Potroast restaurant.

The environment there was indeed very good, quiet and elegant, whereupon entering onggould Syl ndge ote funning water while faint music lingered in the air. The manager greeted her promptly upon seeing her arrival, "May | ask..." Please read the original content at . "Room 1." Sylvia interrupted his words calmly. "Okay okay please follow me." The manager led her into Room 1, then left afterwards leaving only the Old Evans along with his steward inside. Upon seeing that Sylvia had arrived, the old Evan's face broke into smile. "Sylvia, come sit quickly!" As soon as Sylvia sat down, the door of private room opened again, and other members of Evan family walked in. Eddie brought his daughter along. Tiffany's family were not present. Sylvia raised an eyebrow, Tiffany had long been abandoned by Evan family so it wasn't surprising that they weren't here today. Alyssa and Eddie greeted Sylvia politely. "Hey, Sylvia. When did you get back?" Alyssa asked. "A few days ago," Sylvia replied with a calm expression. She took out a bottle of RL 133 and gave it to the old Evans. "Here, take this health supplement. Just one pill a week is enough." "What is this stuff?" Alyssa asked curiously. "Can he eat it?" "If he can't eat it, why would | give it to him? Would | harm him?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at the old Evans again. "It's good for your health, especially as you get older." The old Evans smiled happily; he thought anything given by Sylvia was good for him. "Sylvia, when are you coming back to inherit the family business? I've already announced that you're the heiress but you never come back," he said jokingly. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.