After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 201

Sylvia arched her eyebrows.

The Evans family was much more powerful than the Andrews family.They had nothing in common.

Moreover, Otto was not a smart businessman and his company hadn'tbeen very famous in the industry.

Otto had been managing his company in another city and had justmoved here recently.

However, the Evans family had a long history, although it had gone a bitdown-and-out in recent years, it was still much bigger and morepowerful than the Andrews family.

Therefore, Sylvia was a bit surprised that the old Evans would suddenlyask about her father.

“Yes, my father's last name is Andrews," Sylvia answered.

All of a sudden, the old Evans became excited. "Is your mother'sname..."

"Dr. Sylvia," just then, a woman's voice sounded from behind Sylvia.Sylvia looked back and saw the wife of a worker she had saved before.It was Cara.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Evans. I am afraid I need to leave now." After saying that,Sylvia walked towards Cara.

Cara's husband had been discharged from the hospital.

Why did she come here?

Staring at her receding back, the old Evans squinted his eyes. Shelooked so much like Monica.

He had to figure out who Sylvia really was.

"Mylo, Monica has severed the ties with us for years. She hasabandoned you as her father. Why did you ask about her?" Naturally,Neve did not want another person to come back and fight for the Evansfamily properties with her.

The old Evans’ attitude towards Sylvia just now had alerted her.

She admitted that Sylvia did look like Monica. But did it mean she wasan Evans?

"Neve's right. Dad, Monica has always been a stubborn person, maybeshe's still resenting you. You have loved her the most since we werechildren. How ungrateful she is." Eddie, Tiffany's uncle, said.

"Shut up!" The old Evans said in a low voice and then coughed.

The coughing didn't stop until a while later. The old Evans slowly said,"No matter what, she's your sister. If I could replace her, I would make it upto her. I owe it to her all these years."

Tiffany was confused. What were they talking about? Did it mean Sylviawas her sister?

How could it be? No, it was impossible.

Even if it was true, she would definitely stop Sylvia from stepping intothe Evans family.

Sylvia glanced at Cara and felt strange. "Cara. Why are you here? Isthere something wrong with your husband?"

Cara shook her head and looked around. After a while of hesitation,she said to Sylvia, "May I speak to you alone?"

Sylvia smiled, "Of course. Follow me."

Following Sylvia, Cara walked to her office.

If it weren't for Sylvia, who did the operation for her husband, herhusband might have become disabled by now.

Therefore, she had been feeling grateful for Sylvia.

In the large office, there were only two of them.

Sylvia poured a glass of water for Cara. "Cara, what do you want to sayto me?"

Cara sat down on the couch and looked at Sylvia with a timid look. Shetook out a photo from her worn purse. "I found it from an old album inmy house. When I first saw you, I felt you were familiar. After gettinghome, I tried to memorize it and found that you look like a womanwhom an old man in my village bought over ten years ago."

"What did you say?" Sylvia looked at the photo in Cara's hands inshock.

Because it had been years since the photo was taken, the photo hadyellowed.

But one could still see the women's faces in the photo clearly.

“You can take a look at the woman in the photo.” Cara handed Sylviathe photo.

Sylvia took it over and observed the women in the photo.

The photo was old and yellow. There were seven women in it.

Sylvia recognized the woman in the middle at a glance. It was hermother, Monica Evans!

Her eyes widened and her face turned pale. She looked at Monica inthe photo with disbelief.

She looked thin in the photo. It seemed that she had been poorly fed.She looked haggard and completely different from the women aroundher, who were all wearing smiles.

But because of her delicate features, she still looked beautiful.

Sylvia's heart raced in her chest.

"How did you get the photo? How is the woman in the photo now?Where is she? Is she still in your village?" Sylvia couldn't control herexcitement anymore.

It was her mother. She couldn't be wrong!

"Dr. Sylvia, this photo was taken the year when I got married. It hadbeen over ten years since it was taken and the woman in it is longgone." Cara shook her head.

"She's gone? Do you mean she has passed away?" Sylvia kept asking.All her excitement and hope were gone at that moment.

"No. She didn't pass away, she just disappeared one day. The old mansaid she had been bought by someone else." Cara continued, "But Dr.Sylvia, who is she?"

"She might be my mother." Sylvia's eyes turned red as she took a deepbreath. "Cara, can you tell me which year it was when shedisappeared?"

Cara thought for a while and said, "It had been over ten years... I thinkit was 13 years ago. I had just gotten married that year. Yes, it was 13years ago."

Sylvia was 9 years old 13 years ago.

She remembered clearly that her mother died in a car accident whenshe was eight.

Did it mean her mother survived the car accident and ended up in thevillage?

What was the truth?

Sylvia's mind was in a mess.

She couldn't figure out what had happened.

Was her mother alive or dead now?

Did someone buy her from an old man? Who could it be?

She felt a headache.

It was as if someone was slowly showing her the truth of everythingthat had happened.

Her mother survived the car accident and was sold to some other guy...Sylvia needed some time to think about it.

The sky turned dark.

A white Land Rover drove into a remote village.

It was dinnertime.

Cara got out of the car and said to Sylvia, "Dr. Sylvia, the old man, livesin the depths of the village. Just keep going and you will see hishouse."

She needed to get home before her mother-in-law got mad at her.

She told Sylvia about it because she thought Sylvia was a kind person.“Thank you, Cara," Sylvia said with gratitude. The road was too narrowfor the car to keep going in.

Sylvia parked the car and walked toward the depth of the village.