After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 10

They had just separated, and now they met again.

It was a small world.

But now that they had divorced, she had no obligation to force smiles athim again.

When she got up and passed by Franklin, Franklin grabbed her arm."Why came here?"

"To see the old Maskelyne."

Sylvia looked at him expressionlessly. She looked alienated anddistant, completely different from the tender woman she used to be.Wearing a black dress, she seemed to exude the same oppressiveaura as Franklin did.

Franklin felt that the Sylvia in front of him was so strange. She seemedcompletely different from the woman he knew.

"Mr. Maskelyne, please let me go," Sylvia opened her red lips and saidindifferently.

Franklin let go of her arm and she walked away in her high heels. Everystep she took made him feel hurt inside.

At this time, he finally came to realize that she was no longer his wife,but his ex-wife. They would be the most familiar stranger to each otherfrom now on.

As soon as Franklin got in the car after he visited the old Maskelyne, hereceived a call from Jasper. "Master Franklin, Honey was caught in anaccident during her filming, she broke her leg and now she has beensent to the Lilypad General Hospital.”

Franklin started the car and spoke with a Bluetooth headset. "Howcould she be so careless?"

"How should we deal with this? The senior executives asked me to callfor your opinion.”

“I'm heading for the Lilypad General Hospital right now. Wait for methere," Franklin said and hung up the phone.

In the Lilypad General Hospital.

Jasper waited anxiously in the parking lot. When he saw Franklin's car,he immediately walked up. "Honey has been transferred from theemergency room to the operating room and is undergoing surgery.”"Take me there.” Franklin was about to walk to the elevator whenJasper stopped him. "Now the hospital is full of reporters. You shouldbetter take the safe passage.”

If those reporters saw Franklin, they would make up stories.

Rumors might appear.

Franklin stopped and then took the safe passage.

The operating room was on the fifth floor.

Just as he stepped out of the safe passage, he saw a group of peoplewalking out of the elevator at the end of the corridor.

The person taking the lead was a woman in a white doctor's coat, herlong hair was neatly bundled, showing her fair neck. While walking, shewas reading someone's medical records. She looked reallyprofessional.

She was followed by a dozen of doctors and nurses, all with respectfulexpressions.

When Franklin saw the woman's face, he was dumbfounded.

Who could tell him why his ex-wife, Sylvia, the woman who had been astay-at-home housewife for four years, was in the hospital, wearing adoctor's coat?

"Sylvia?"

Sylvia stopped three steps away from him, and the people behind herall stopped.

The corridor was in silence.

"Mr. Maskelyne," Sylvia answered, expressionless.

"Why are you here?" Franklin came back from the shock, his eyes fixedon Sylvia's pretty face.

He had to admit that she was really beautiful no matter what she wore.Even in a doctor's coat, she looked charming and alluring.

He couldn't help picturing her in bed in his mind and how she wrappedher legs around his waist.

He suddenly felt hot and a bit thirsty.

"Dr. Sylvia, the surgery is ready.” At this moment, a nurse ran out of theoperating room and said to Sylvia with respect and worship.

"Mr. Maskelyne, I am very busy," Sylvia said and walked to theoperating room. While walking, she said to everyone behind her in aprofessional and unquestioned manner, "Everyone, keep yourselvestogether.”

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison respectfully as if Sylvia was theirQueen.

Jasper rubbed his eyes and whispered to Franklin. "Master Franklin,am I really seeing this? Was it Miss Andrews just now?"

“It was her!" Franklin gritted his teeth.

Was that woman really his ex-wife? He had thought she didn't have ajob and didn't even finish college.

She was a doctor and she had been hiding it from him? Damn it!

For four years, he had always thought she was just someone who hadfailed to finish college and could only make a living by relying on herhusband.

He felt a headache.

"Honey..." said Jasper.

“You deal with the accident. Shift the public's attention away from this.Make a statement and just tell everyone frankly what happened.”Franklin was in no mood to care about Honey, someone whom he hadnothing to do with.

For the first time in his life, Franklin did something impulsive. Hestopped a nurse who was passing and asked, "Was the doctor's lastname Andrews?"

He looked a bit scary. Even though with a handsome face, he scaredthe nurse, who answered in terror, "Do you mean Dr. Sylvia? She is myidol!"

Franklin was confused, mumbling, "Your idol?"

Speaking of Sylvia, the nurse was excited and continued, "She's thebest surgeon in Lilypad General Hospital, don't you know her? Hername is well-known in the country, and many rich men are scramblingto get her appointment. She does only one surgery a month. Oh! Andshe was admitted to the top university at the age of fifteen and shemastered a dual degree! I went to the same university as she did andshe has been a legend in our school! I have set my mind to studymedicine because of her. Although I might not be as good as her, I amhappy enough to be a nurse who could help save someone's life..."Franklin was in shock and so was Jasper.

They had long known that there was a renowned doctor in LilypadGeneral Hospital, a young woman who had created a lot of medicalmiracles and saved a lot of lives.

But they didn't know it was Sylvia.

Moreover, just now, Sylvia looked cold and aloof, which was nothinglike the Sylvia they knew. Franklin had always thought of her as asweet and gentle woman. He really couldn't believe it.

Was this the real her right now? Had she been pretending to besomeone else all this time?

In the operating room.

Sylvia's voice kept sounding, "Give me the tweezer."

"The hemostatic forceps."

"Her heartbeat?"

"And her blood pressure?”

The patient was a 95-year-old man who fell down and hurt his spine.Because of his age, the operation was high-risk and no doctor dared todo the surgery.

The dean had to ask Sylvia to do it.

The operation took about seven hours.

Sylvia was sweating already and her legs had been numb from all thestanding.

When the last stitch was finished, she breathed a long sigh of relief,"It's done."