After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 200

Obviously, Otto had given up on Tammy.

"Tammy, forgive us. If we go bankrupt, how are we going to survive? I know you will understand us!"

Instead of begging Clark, Skyla shouted at Tammy.

Mockery was written all over Clark's face.

This was human nature. It could never stand any test.

Their faces were disgusting for him to look at.

At this moment, Tammy had lost all consciousness because of the drug.

All she knew was that she needed to have sex for her desire.

Although her mind was not clear, she knew what the things in the box were for.

The atmosphere in the box was so creepy. Clark's bodyguards started to film everything with their

phones.

Otto and Skyla broke down, staring at the scene.

In the corner, Tammy was masturbating with the sex toys in the box and moaning. Their hearts ached.

What was more shocking was that Clark, the ruthless man, was sitting there and watching the fun. This

was such a creepy thing, but he looked as if he was enjoying a show.

Clark Wilson was indeed a cruel man.

"You bitch, it must be you who did this to Tammy!" There was disgust and hatred in Skyla's eyes.

"Show me the evidence, will you? Mr. Wilson, have you found anything?" Sylvia asked indifferently.

It was not until then that Clark thought of frisking Otto. He raised his hand and the bodyguards walked

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A while later, someone found a bag of drugs in Otto's pocket. There was still a pill left.

Otto couldn't say anything to defend himself now. "Mr. Wilson, I can explain!"

Staring at the indifferent look on Clark's face, Sylvia didn't say anything.

"I didn't do anything, Mr. Wilson!" Otto couldn't help shouting.

The bodyguards started to beat him up again.

Lying on the ground, he seemed to be dying.

Clark looked at him expressionlessly. Then, with a smile, he ordered his bodyguards. "Send Dr. Sylvia

a copy of the videos. I don't think I should appreciate them alone."

Sylvia was really shocked by how cruel he could be.

The rumors about him were right.

Sylvia smiled. "Mr. Wilson, thank you for your gift. We can talk about curing your grandfather some

other day."

Clark had thought that he could get to Sylvia by using Otto. But after today, he knew how terrible the

relationship between Sylvia and the Andrews was.

Therefore, he didn't mind doing Sylvia a favor, as long as she could agree to help.

Thinking of what Sylvia had done before, he squinted his eyes. If Sylvia kept going against him, he

would do the exact same thing to her as he had done to the Andrews.

On the second day, early in the morning, Sylvia came to the hospital.

The old Evans, the old Evans, had been staying in the hospital for a period of time and had almost

recovered. Today, he would be discharged from the hospital.

He said to the Evans, "Thanks to Dr. Sylvia, I have recovered. We should thank her formally."

Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Grandpa, we paid for her to cure you. It was her job."

"Be careful with your words, Tiffany." The old Evans looked at Tiffany with a frown. "Did I teach you to

talk like this?"

"I was telling the truth..." Tiffany murmured.

At this moment, Sylvia walked into the ward. She was wearing a doctor's coat, looking different with a

blue surgical mask. One could only see her beautiful eyes.

After checking the old Evans up, she said. "You have recovered well, Mr. Evans. You are ready to leave

the hospital. There will be a nurse helping you with the procedures."

Tiffany glanced at Sylvia with disdain.

She still couldn't bring herself to believe the fact that Sylvia was the famous Master Keturah.

She had thought of asking to be Master Keturah's student, but she gave up now.

She hated Sylvia.

But no matter what, she wanted to be the successor of the Evans family.

She often visited the old Evans in the hospital lately, just so the old Evans could like her more.

Now seeing Sylvia checking for the old Evans in her doctor's coat, Tiffany looked at her from time to

time with jealousy.

Sylvia sensitively noticed her unfriendly gaze, but she didn't even bother to look at Tiffany, who was a

loser.

After walking out of the ward, Sylvia walked towards the old Wilson's ward.

Early in the morning, Clark had sent the old Wilson to the hospital and checked him in.

There were doctors and nurses following behind Sylvia as well as some interns.

They walked into the old Wilson's ward together.

The old Wilson was lying in bed weakly. Hearing the noises, he slowly opened his eyes.

He was stunned when he saw so many medical staff. He was shocked when he saw that the doctor in

the lead was a young woman.

He frowned and sadly thought that to torture him, Clark had found him such a young doctor.

After asking the old Wilson some questions, Sylvia said to the medical staff behind her. "Do a thorough

checkup for Mr. Wilson. And be careful, his previous medical records are just for reference."

"Yes, Dr. Sylvia."

"Hand me the report the second it comes out," Sylvia said in a plain tone.

"Yes, Dr. Sylvia."

The old Wilson was stunned. He had never seen such a young attending doctor.

And all the medical staff seem to respect her very much.

Before he could figure it out, he had been sent for the examinations by the nurses.

Sylvia took off her mask and took a deep breath. She walked towards her office.

Accidentally, she ran into the Evans who had finished the discharging procedures.

Tiffany looked at Sylvia's face and was jealous. How could she win Franklin's favor and have such a

beautiful face?

Damn it!

"Mr. Wilson, after you get home, keep your mood and diet light." Sylvia glanced at the old Evans and

his family members.

It was the first time the old Evans had ever seen her without a mask.

He stared at her in shock.

It was as if he was seeing someone else and he couldn't help murmuring, "Monica..."

Hearing his words, everyone was in shock.

Neve was the first to respond. She patted the old Evans on his arm. "Mylo, you must be mistaken. She

is not Monica."

Tiffany frowned. She had always known that she had an aunt named Monica. She heard that Monica

had been driven out of the Evans family by the old Evans years ago.

All these years, Monica had never contacted the Evans.

The old Evans came to his senses and said, "I'm sorry. I was mistaken. But you look really like

someone I know."

"Is that so?" Sylvia smiled. Her smile was so beautiful that others could not take their eyes off her.

It had been a long time since she last heard the name, "Monica".

She felt melancholy deep inside.

"Your last name is Andrews?" It seemed that the old Evans had thought of something and asked, "So,

your father's last name is Andrews?"