After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 312

Sylvia hurried out of the ward.

Now she just wanted to ask Kira one thing!

Kira had left the hospital and was now living in Otto's place.

She lived in the huge empty house alone.

The nurse was the only person he could talk to.

Without the nurse, she would be hopeless.

Kira was sitting in the living room peeling garlic when she heard the door open. Then she saw Sylvia walking in.

Sylvia looked cold and distant.

Kira's heart couldn't help trembling. Her face was as kind as before. "Sibbie, it's been a long time."

"Grandma." Sylvia clenched the document bag in her hand and walked in front of Kira. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, feel free to ask me." Kira was still peeling the garlic with her head down.

Sylvia stared at her and asked word by word, "Do you know that I am not my father's daughter?”

The garlic in Kira's hand fell into the basin. Panic flashed in her eyes. She quickly picked up the unpeeled garlic, “Sibbie, what are you talking about? How could you not be your father's daughter?"

"Grandma, this is the paternity test of me and Otto. The result shows I am not his child.” Sylvia held up the document bag.

Looking at Kira, Sylvia felt a sense of sadness.

Nothing in this world hurt more than the deception of the beloved ones. "Grandma, how did my mother die? How long will you keep it from me?"

“Your mother died in a car accident.” Kira didn't expect Sylvia to do a paternity test.

Even if Sylvia knew that Otto was not her father now, what could she do?

Her mother was dead.

“I've been loving you as my grandmother since I was little. I gave you all that I can offer. Do you know how much money is there on the bank card I gave you? 50 million! Do you know who beat the person that tried to bully you in the village that year? Me! Grandma! Have you really forgotten the days when we lived together in the countryside?"

Kira looked away when she heard Sylvia's accusation.

“I haven't forgotten it, Sibble, I love you too. But I don't know anything about your mother. Although you are not my real granddaughter, I loved you all the same. If you still see me as your grandmother, you are always welcome to visit me. If you don't, it's fine too.”

Kira felt very uncomfortable, "I have never expected our family to end up like this! Your father is in jail, Skyla and Tammy left. You are someone else's child. What have I done to be punished like that!"

As she spoke, she began to cry.

"No matter what, the Andrews family has raised you up. You offered nothing in return. And now you are even here questioning me. Your father is still in jail. You don't care about him! Now I'm old and alone. What else do you want? Do you have any conscience?"

“I raised you up. What did you do for me? I am now alone and it's all your fault! I shouldn't have kept you. You should die with your mother and sister."

Sylvia looked at Kira in shock as if looking at a stranger.

Why did Kira, her dearest grandmother, become a different person in the end?

Why did things end up like this?

Her heart ached so badly that it was almost numb. Her grandma wished her dead. Was it just because she was not her kin?

Sylvia didn't know how she got out of the Andrews residence.

She walked aimlessly on the road. It began to rain suddenly. The rain hit her body. She was so cold.

Townyer Villa.

Franklin was taking a shower.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Taryn tiptoed to the bed and looked at the man's cell phone on the bedside table.

She tried several passwords, but couldn't unlock the screen.

Yet it didn't bother her. A wry smile appeared on her face. After a while, she unlocked the phone smoothly.

She was a researcher of Maskelyne Research Laboratory, and unlocking a phone was just a piece of cake for her.

She quickly found a number with the ID, "Sweetie" and recorded it. Then she put Franklin's phone back in place.

After doing all this, she quietly left the room.

Sylvia, drenched, had just returned to Pearlhall Villa when an unknown number called.

She glanced at the screen but didn't answer.

But the person called again and again.

Sylvia picked it up and answered in annoyance.

“Is it Miss Andrews?" Taryn's gentle voice sounded, "I want to meet you."

Taryn was Franklin's older sister. Sylvia hesitated and agreed.

She didn't understand why Taryn wanted to meet her.

Taryn chose to meet at a private cafe.

Sylvia went in a white hoody and a pair of black jeans. She dressed very simply.

When she arrived, Taryn was already there.

Taryn was sitting there, stirring her coffee in boredom.

Probably because of heart disease, she looked sick but her paleness gave her a special beauty.

Seeing Sylvia, she raised her head and smiled, looking gentle. "Miss Andrews, please take a seat.”

Sylvia sat down in front of Taryn.

"What would you like?" Coffee or juice?"

“I'd like to have some lemonade," Sylvia said lightly.

Taryn immediately called the waiter and ordered her a glass of lemonade.

"Taryn, is there anything that I can do for you?" Sylvia looked at the woman sitting in front of her, who looked beautiful yet fragile.

It made people want to protect her.

Taryn looked at Sylvia quietly for a moment and slowly said, "Miss Andrews, can you give Franklin to me?"

Sylvia frowned slightly. She was shocked. "Taryn, what do you mean? I don't understand."

"The doctor said... I only have a few months to live. I have a serious heart attack, but I can't find a proper heart for transplant.” Taryn said with an imploring face, "Miss Andrews, I know you are a good girl, you are healthy, and you are in love with Franklin, and I shouldn't make such a request. But I'm really dying, please. Would you agree?" "Franklin and I grew up together, Makena has passed away. Both Makena and I want to be with Franklin forever. But neither of us has the luck. Life is so unfair."

“I've been living with my parents because I am sick. Franklin and I are supposed to be a couple!"

"But you showed up and stole him from me."

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