After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 765

Chapter 765

Did I not die?

Am I still breathing smoothly?

"How do you feel?" Sylvia's familiar cold tone rang in my ears.

Winter suddenly looked over and saw that unforgettable beautiful face.She was stunned, the voice she heard when she was drowning, was itreally Sylvia's?

How did Sylvia get here?

Her eyes were full of shock.

She struggled to sit up, but she didn't have much strength. She wantedto speak, but her throat was sore from being choked by water, as ifthere were gravel grinding inside.

"Sylvia..."

"Winter, long time no see," Sylvia looked at her calmly, with no emotionin her eyes.

Winter's tears slid down her cheeks, and to her surprise, she bumpedinto her old arch-nemesis Sylvia. But it was this very enemy whoextended a helping hand when Winter was on the brink of death.

She cried out in a somewhat dejected manner.

After a while, she said hoarsely, "If you had known it was me that youwere saving, would you still have helped?"

“I would." Sylvia's voice was resolute.

Winter was momentarily stunned and asked, "Why?"

"Because I cannot bear to watch a baby about to be born disappearbefore my eyes," Sylvia smirked and raised her eyebrows, "so now giveme your right hand, I need to check on the condition of your baby."She could feel the pulse.

Now that Winter has drowned, she needed to make sure she was okay.This village was remote and underdeveloped, and there was no way tosend them to a hospital in the city for examination.

As Sylvia talked about the child, Winter obediently extended his righthand.

Sylvia pressed her fingers onto Winter's pulse and withdrew them aftera while, "The baby is temporarily safe.”

So the people in the village were all shocked and stared at this scene.Did these people know Winter?

At this moment, they heard the village chief, nodding and bowing with arespectful expression, saying, "Miss Andrews, I'm so glad thateverything's alright now. How did you and Winter come to know eachother?"

"Um, we've known each other for a long time," Sylvia didn't say much.Franklin's stern and cold gaze swept over the crowd. “The original planfor developing the resort was to offer high compensation, but now..."Winter was completely soaked, with wet clothes sticking to the body,which was very uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but sneeze.

"Mr. Maskelyne, we were wrong. We won't do it again," the village chiefreplied.

The villagers couldn't believe that these strangers were actually the bigbosses. They thought about their changing fate and couldn't help butfeel sad and anxious about the future, uncertain about their livelihoods."Don't worry about your new livelihoods. The resort will need workersfrom the foundation to completion,” Sylvia reassured them. "The villagewill be rebuilt, and you won't have to relocate. But I hope nothing likethis happens again in the future, or you may not be so lucky next time."Sylvia turned to Winter and asked her where she lived.

“I... I don't have any strength left,” Winter replied shyly.

"Help her up,” Sylvia ordered two men who immediately lifted Winter upby her arms. "Go forward, turn left, then walk a little further.”

After five minutes of walking, they arrived at Winter's small woodenhouse which was simple but complete in its own way. As Sylvia lookedaround inside while the men helped Winter onto her bed beforeretreating outside and closing the door behind them leaving anawkward silence between them all in its wake.

Winter finally spoke up after a long pause, "Miss Andrews, can youplease get me some clean clothes from that cabinet over there?" Shepointed towards a corner of the room where a cabinet stood againstone wall.

"Sure thing." Sylvia got up to retrieve some clothes for her.

"Do you need any help changing?" she asked kindly.

"No thanks; I can manage on my own.” Winter had regained somestrength, but the frigid river water had left her shivering and her handstrembling. However, she couldn't possibly allow Sylvia to help herchange clothes. When she thought about the complicated historybetween her and Sylvia, all that remained now was awkwardness and asense of desolation.

With her pregnant belly, it took her quite a while to change her clothes,about five or six minutes.

“I know you're probably silently mocking me, thinking I deserve this,that I shouldn't have followed Clark and done harm in the past,” Wintersaid with a bitter smile, a look of despair in her eyes. "Though Clarkcleared me of all guilt, bearing the burden himself, what good does itdo?"

"The foundation has harmed many people and cheated many out oftheir money," Winter said.

“I may not have directly killed anyone, but I indirectly cheated peopleout of their money. The Royal Galaxy Building was destroyed by Clark.If you want revenge, you can come after me. It doesn't matteranymore,” she continued.

Winter whispered to herself, "I'm due in two weeks. Please leave mychild with me."

Tears streamed down her face as despair consumed her.

The moment she saw Sylvia, Winter knew she had nowhere else toturn.

Sylvia squinted at the woman's pained expression. In just six shortmonths, Winter had gone from a graceful and elegant Mrs. Wilson to apitiful woman.

If it weren't for today's chance encounter, Sylvia would have thoughtthat Winter was living well and that her quality of life hadn't changedmuch since before.

"Winter, I don't want to know why you're hiding in such an isolatedplace. I can save your child's life if you agree to my conditions,” Sylviasaid calmly but firmly.

"What are your conditions? What do you want me to do?" Winter askedhopefully as a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

“I don't want to keep a potential threat around. Clark has already beensentenced to death, but his crimes go far beyond what I managed togather. Where are the other pieces of evidence?" Sylvia spoke calmly,idly tracing her fingers.

Winter froze up; already pale from crying earlier on now even palerupon hearing Sylvia's words!

Seeing the hesitation on Winter's face made Sylvia chuckle softly."What? You don't want to give him up? You are the one person Clarkcares about most; he entrusted everything he had with you."

“Your child's fate along with yours is entirely within my grasp right now -whether or not it lives or dies depends solely on your decision! Clarkhas been sentenced to death; there is no hope for him ever getting outagain! If you give me this evidence against him, then I will spare yourlife and provide a good environment for your kid."

Sylvia spoke evenly without any fluctuations in tone but for someonelike Winter who was currently desperate beyond measure, it soundedincredibly tempting!

“I've also heard some things about the Wilson family... Do you thinkthey'll let go of someone who owes them something? Or are youplanning on hiding forever? Are you going make your child live everyday under constant fear?"

“Think carefully about this... Let me know when you decide."

After finishing her sentence, Sylvia turned to leave. Just as she wasabout to open the door, Winter suddenly called out to her, "MissAndrews, wait."

Sylvia turned around and saw Winter's eyes filled with determination. Itseemed like she had made a decision in an instant. "Miss Andrews, Ican give it to you. But... I hope you can keep the promise you made tome."

"Winter, never go see Clark again,” Sylvia said in a low voice. "Thefather of your child has lived a life of sin. If you want your child to live aclean life, then you must forget this man who once appeared in yourlife."

"Sylvia! Are you being so cruel?" Winter's tears flowed again as shespoke. "The Wilson family is hell and everyone there is evil except forClark... he protected me and looked after me... and now you want meto forget him!"

"Winter, don't be ignorant,” Sylvia said sternly. "You need to face thefacts. If you want to live an honest life free from, cut any ties with theWilson or Bennett families.”

"Does the Bennett family have any place for you? Did they agree whenyou asked them to save Clark?" Every word that Sylvia spoke hit hardon Winter's heart.

Winter fell onto the ground and cried uncontrollably while covering herface.

Her entire life had been one tragedy after another since birth; she felttrapped within it all along with her child.

"Do you want people all over the world laughing at your child's origin?"Sylvia walked up close beside her and bent down towards her facewhile speaking firmly.

“Listen to me, forget Clark, start anew. That includes your name. Wintershould become a thing of the past.”

Winter's lips quivered, and her gaze fixed on Sylvia. "What do youmean?"

“I'll give you a fresh identity," Sylvia assessed her. "You're highlyeducated, and you're intelligent. It's a waste not to put those to gooduse."

Winter grew a bit nervous. "What do you want to use me for?"

"You'll replace out in due time."

In the small courtyard of the wooden house, Jasper was waiting with atouch of impatience, kicking the ground lightly.

"Master Franklin, why isn't Miss Andrews coming out? What could shepossibly have to discuss with Winter?"

Franklin faced Jasper sideways, gazing into the distance at a small treein the yard. The contours of his profile were sharp, making it difficult todiscern his expression.

"No need to rush; she'll come out when she's ready," Franklin replied ina calm, emotionless tone.