After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 245

When the two men approached, Franklin looked sterner. His powerful deterrence tightened others’ hearts.

Looking down at Sylvia in a white gown, he asked, "Are you all right?" Sylvia nodded in response.

Clark glanced at Winter and noticed her messy clothes and hair, his glance reminding others of a viper's. Sarai had torn off several strands of Winter's hair. It was a shocking scene.

Winter dared not to look at him. She believed she must look ugly and miserable. Subconsciously, she covered her red, swollen left cheek, unwilling to let Clark see her current status.

"Do you know how much money Aunt Winter has earned for Wilson Group? Do you know how much effort she has put in saving Wilson Group's reputation?" Clark's lips twitched into a sneer. "Grandpa is still in the ICU ward. How dare you hit Aunt Winter! You have my word. If anyone disdains her, it means you disdain me."

Winter yanked up her head, gaping at Clark, her jaws slack.

She couldn't hear what he had said. It was like an illusion as he defended her.

With a sneer, he lifted a brow, squatted, and pinched Sarai's chin like a demon from Hell. "Old witch, which hand did you use to bully her?" “I... I..." Sarai was almost suffocated by the stink from the basin and couldn't help retching.

"Can't tell? I'll chop both your hands, then." Clark flicked his hand. Another group of men in black rushed over. One of them held a blade, striding toward Sarai.

Without speaking, he raised the blade while raising her arms.

"Stop it! Please! Clark, I'm sorry. I won't make trouble for Winter anymore. Clark, aren't you afraid my father will get angry with you?" Sarai screamed like a pig to be butchered. Glaring at Clark, she was soaked in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, a stink raised below her bottom.

Sylvia frowned.

Clark withdrew his hand. "Coward! You even wet your pants.”

He stood up. A man hurriedly passed a handkerchief to him. Clark took it over and wiped his hands.

When Sarai breathed a sigh of relief and thought Clark would let go of her, he suddenly ordered indifferently, "Chop them."

The blade was raised and fallen.

One palm rolled on the ground.

"Argh!" Sarai let out a cry in pain, holding her chopped left hand. Blood flooded from the wound.

It also streamed down her clothes, dripping to the ground.

Winter flinched in fear, looking at Clark in horror and panic, thinking he was a devil.

For the first time, she realized how ruthless he was.

So did Ruben and his wife. Blood drained from their faces. "Demon! You are a demon!" Ruben roared at Clark.

Clark ignored their curse and fear. Tilting his head, he looked over at Franklin. "Mr. Maskelyne, how do you like my explanation?"

"Ms. Wilson has lost her hand. She doesn't need to eat the shit," Franklin answered coldly, "How dare she doubt if Sylvia is a doctor! She must have a death wish. Or don't your Wilsons wish Mylo to live long?"

“Ignorant! Stupid! Dr. Sylvia is the most famous surgeon now. How dare you look down on her!" Jasper kicked Ruben to express his disdain for the Wilson scumbags.

"Mr. Wilson, two days ago, Cameron insulted my beloved woman. Today, Ms. Wilson doubted if she was a doctor. Think our Maskelyne family a pushover?" Franklin arched his brow, staring daggers at the Wilsons.

Sarai almost fainted in pain but couldn't utter a word. She had lost a hand, but Franklin still couldn't forgive them.

Franklin was a well-known bigwig in Larro. Everyone knew he was ruthless.

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