After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 247

She was 36 but still had no right to give birth. Even if the baby was born, it would be a bastard, a jinx.

She had never had a family. She wouldn't let her child suffer the same.

Tears fell down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

She felt sorry for the baby. She failed to protect it.

She only knew what sorrow felt like when she lost her child.

She wished she were living in a novel where she could just give up everything and go abroad, and

raise the child by herself.

But the reality was cruel. Clark wouldn't let go of her!

She took a deep breath, feeling hopeless.

At this time, she heard some footsteps. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person that was coming

Clark? Why did he look so angry?

Of course, he would be angry after knowing that she was pregnant.

"I..." She wanted to say something but was interrupted rudely. "Winter, how dare you! Who gave you

the galls to hide it from me? Are you happy now that the child is gone?"

"Why did you wear high heels when you know you're pregnant? Why didn't you protect yourself? Why

did you give the bitch Sarai a chance to hurt you?"

The man's rough voice echoed over the ward.

His face which was more beautiful than women was full of anger now.

Winter looked at him in shock, incredulous.

Was she wrong? Why did she seem to see a trace of regret and distress in his eyes?

The doctor who followed quickly gave Winter a new examination, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

"Nope."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me. You can't have sex in a month. You need nutrition,

otherwise, you're very likely to have anemia. You are not a young mother. If you do not take care of

your body carefully, it will be difficult to get pregnant again."

The doctor rushed out of the ward as if fleeing after that.

She was scared by Clark, who actually yelled at a patient! It was terrible!

Clark seemed to be exhausted for a moment. He looked at the haggard woman on the hospital bed for

a long time before saying, "I'll ask the maid to come and take care of you."

"If I told you I was pregnant, would you keep the child?" Winter looked at the man's tall back and

suddenly exclaimed.

The man paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at her deeply, "If you don't ask, how will you know

if I am a good father?"

He then turned away.

Winter buried herself deep under the thin covers. Her long-suppressed tears were out of control.

She lost her child.

...

At Sylvia's office, Franklin looked at Sylvia, pressing his lips together.

Sylvia was enjoying the food.

She didn't put any makeup on. Her skin was fair. Her eyes were clear. Her nose was pointing. She

looked innocent and charming.

She was so beautiful yet very mean. She was never sweet to him like other girls.

Franklin had an unfathomable expression.

Sylvia, who was eating, looked up and met Franklin's dark eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Franklin?" Why was he looking at her like this?

He looked like her as if she was prey that he was going to swallow at any moment.

Franklin lifted Sylvia's petite chin, his eyes dark. "Darling, I behave so well today! Can I kiss you?

He was close to her. She could feel his breath. It was charming.

Sylvia had just stuffed a shrimp into her mouth when Franklin bent to kiss her. "Or just feed me?"

The man held her small tender face with his big palm. His strong masculine aura made her heart beat

faster. Her brain seemed to lack oxygen.

In the silent office, Sylvia blushed. How could he be so cheeky? He stole her shrimp! No!

She was embarrassed and at the same time kind of pissed.

She didn't know if her poison could be cured, she could die at any moment. She didn't want any regret.

During that time, it was always Franklin who chased her. And now...

Sylvia suddenly had courage. She stuffed a piece of chicken into her mouth and the next second, she

grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down on the sofa.

She raised her fair face and looked at the man's sexy thin lips. Her gaze was clear and compelling.

She smiled, and said in a masterful tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, since you're hungry, I will feed you until you

are full."

Then, she kissed him with her pale lips.

Franklin stopped breathing for a second, his dark eyes deeper. Did she really take the initiative to kiss

him?

The handsome and arrogant man clasped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, fiercely, and

domineeringly.

For the first time, Sylvia responded to him so enthusiastically.

She might be dying anyway.

At least, she would have no regrets.

Franklin was handsome, charming, and manly.

No woman could resist him. When he treated a woman nicely, he made her feel that she was all he

could see in this world.

Sylvia had to admit that she had long been attracted to him.

But so, what?

She was poisoned, and there was no antidote.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips hard.

The light in her eyes faded.

She didn't expect that she not only had the virus but also Rejuvenator in her body. God always liked to

joke with her.

It was just a pity that she hadn't found her mother yet before she had to face death again.

Before she could find her sister, she was going to die.

She just started to have a crush on Franklin, yet she was dying.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hands, hug the man tightly, and bury her cheek in the man's chest,

"Franklin, promise me to live well."

A hint of surprise flashed in Franklin's deep-set eyes. Sylvia was not a pessimistic person. She was

energetic. She never gave in.

Why did she suddenly say such a thing?

It didn't sound like her at all.

He was about to dig deeper but Sylvia's phone on the table rang.

It was Aldo calling. Why?

Sylvia frowned.

Sensing the change in her mood, Franklin looked down at her phone, "What is Aldo calling?"

"I don't know." Sylvia shook her head, then answered it. "Hey."

"Miss Andrews, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you so late, but I don't know who to turn to except

you." Aldo's tone was extremely embarrassed.