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? Iknow you will understand us!" Instead of begging Clark, Skyla shoutedat 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 thedrug.

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 boxwere for.

The atmosphere in the box was so creepy. Clark's bodyguards startedto 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 andmoaning. Their hearts ached.

What was more shocking was that Clark, the ruthless man, was sittingthere and watching the fun. This was such a creepy thing, but helooked 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 disgustand hatred in Skyla's eyes.

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

It was not until then that Clark thought of frisking Otto. He raised hishand and the bodyguards walked up to Otto and Skyla.

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

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

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 hisbodyguards. "Send Dr. Sylvia a copy of the videos. I don't think I shouldappreciate 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 aboutcuring your grandfather some other day.”

Clark had thought that he could get to Sylvia by using Otto. But aftertoday, he knew how terrible the relationship between Sylvia and theAndrews was.

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

Thinking of what Sylvia had done before, he squinted his eyes. If Sylviakept going against him, he would do the exact same thing to her as hehad 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 aperiod of time and had almost recovered. Today, he would bedischarged from the hospital.

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

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

"Be careful with your words, Tiffany.” The old Evans looked at Tiffanywith 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 adoctor's coat, looking different with a blue surgical mask. One couldonly 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 nursehelping you with the procedures."

Tiffany glanced at Sylvia with disdain.

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

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

She hated Sylvia.

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

She often visited the old Evans in the hospital lately, just so the oldEvans 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 evenbother to look at Tiffany, who was a loser.

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

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

There were doctors and nurses following behind Sylvia as well as someinterns.

They walked into the old Wilson's ward together.

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

He was stunned when he saw so many medical staff. He was shockedwhen he saw that the doctor in the lead was a young woman.

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

After asking the old Wilson some questions, Sylvia said to the medicalstaff 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 plaintone.

"Yes, Dr. Sylvia."

The old Wilson was stunned. He had never seen such a youngattending 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 bythe nurses.

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

Accidentally, she ran into the Evans who had finished the dischargingprocedures.

Tiffany looked at Sylvia's face and was jealous. How could she winFranklin's favor and have such a beautiful face?

Damn it!

"Mr. Wilson, after you get home, keep your mood and diet light." Sylviaglanced 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 helpmurmuring, "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 namedMonica. She heard that Monica had been driven out of the Evans familyby 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 couldnot 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 thoughtof something and asked, "So, your father's last name is Andrews?"