After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 900

Chapter 900

As we reflect on this event, we are reminded of the importance of preparedness and quick action in times of crisis. We honor the bravery and selflessness of those who risked their own safety to save yours.

Your resilience throughout this ordeal serves as an inspiration to us all. We will never forget the strength you showed in facing adversity and emerging victorious.

May this commemoration serve as a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.

The old Evans just wanted Sylvia to come back to him and help him manage the company well. If he could take the Evans family to another level, that would be great.

He was dreaming, but Sylvia remained indifferent. "I think Uncle Eddie and Aunt Alyssa are capable enough. Let's leave it to them."

Eddie and Alyssa of the Evans family were stunned by what Sylvia said. They thought she would join the family as soon as she returned.

Alyssa looked at Sylvia suspiciously, wondering if what she said was true or false.

The old Evans' smile froze on his face. "Sylvia, do you still have a grudge against me? Your mother..."

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. I'm not even surnamed Evans," Sylvia interrupted him, taking a sip of water.

She felt heavy-hearted after seeing many citizens rushing towards Lilypad General Hospital on her way here. Her mind was preoccupied with Professor Peterson's death; she didn't have much energy left for dinner with the Evans family's members.

But when she thought about the Old Evans' health condition and age, she suppressed her urge to leave immediately. After all, he raised her mother into an adult.

During dinner time, no matter how hard the Old Evans tried to persuade her otherwise; Sylvia remained unmoved, coming for dinner was already giving face; anything else wasn't necessary.

Eddie and Alyssa had initially planned some mischief but kept silent since they realized that their impression of Sylvia did not match reality at all.

After finishing their meal together, Sylvia left promptly while the Old Evans stood sadly outside the restaurant, watching her retreating figure disappear into the distance.

"Who knows when I'll see her again?" He sighed heavily

"Dad... why don't you consider me?" Eddie suggested hesitantly, "What She said is right. She isn't even part of our family."

The old Evans cut him off abruptly before he could finish his sentence. "Do you have that capability? If it weren't for your bullying Monica back then..."

He trailed off mid-sentence before sighing heavily again. "Forget it!"

Alyssa's expression changed suddenly upon hearing Monica's name mentioned -the woman who got pregnant accidentally with someone else's child years ago- She always believed nobody knew about this secret except herself... Did old Evans know?

No way! That couldn't be possible!

Sylvia went to the flower shop and bought a bunch of bright white chrysanthemums for mourning. As she stepped out of the shop, she noticed that all the cars on the road had come to a stop. She was puzzled until she saw a black hearse in the distance. Was it Professor Peterson's hearse? The cars on the road began honking in mourning.

She stood there, stunned, amidst the crowd of people who were following behind the car. Holding her bouquet of white chrysanthemums, Sylvia followed them towards where they were headed - towards the funeral home.

There were many citizens queuing up and moving slowly forward with their offerings of fresh flowers for mourning. Many delivery boys from different parts of town shuttled back and forth between various flower shops, delivering flowers as offerings from online friends.

The line stretched for about five or six miles long as people moved forward little by little. Funeral home staff directed traffic at its entrance while arranging for these mourners who came to pay their respects. "Respect the elder's wishes; keep it simple and don't waste money," read a large notice posted outside by Sylvia's sightline that shook her heartstrings deeply.

Some citizens cried out loud while presenting their flowers. "Professor Peterson, rest in peace."

Sylvia was lost in thought as she waited patiently in line when suddenly she spotted Franklin and Jasper among those gathered around her!

Not only that but Logan, Eden with Longevity Pharmaceuticals employees also arrived along with Master Keturah Foundation colleagues!

Just then, Sylvia's Facebook notification sounded off - Jaden messaged her. "Boss, are you here? We're waiting in line."

"I'm here too," replied Sylvia quickly before asking him if any members from the Dark Night had shown up yet?

"Yes," Jaden responded promptly.

Many flight attendants and pilots from SouthStar Airlines also showed up along with countless others standing together holding bouquets silently walking forward amidst this sea of mourners offering condolences at every step they took toward paying respects to Professor Peterson at his funeral service held today at this location!

The front entrance was filled with an array of colorful floral arrangements sent by everyone who came today! Some would occasionally shout out loudly. "Rest well!" or "You are great!"

At some point during this procession through rain-soaked streets without any opportunity to cut ahead due to crowds forming around them blocking passage ways, Franklin found himself unable to get closer than where he currently stood alongside other mourners, hoping just maybe he could be near enough, especially knowing how much pain must be weighing heavily upon her heart right now too...

At that moment, a sudden cry rang out and a middle-aged woman stumbled over, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Mr. Peterson..." She was one of Professor Peterson's students.

Her eyes were red from crying. "I talked to Mr. Peterson on the phone just last month..."

"Why was he just gone now?"

Seeing her weeping so bitterly, those around her couldn't help but start crying too.

Tens of thousands of citizens came spontaneously to mourn and send Professor Peterson off on his final journey.

Sylvia finally walked out of the crowd in pain and helped up the weeping middle-aged woman. "Take heart! He's watching us from heaven!"

The woman looked up with tearful eyes, staring at Sylvia in shock. "You're... Dr. Sylvia?"

"Yes." Sylvia nodded her head slightly. "I had the privilege of seeing him for the last time in the emergency room."

Tears streamed down the woman's face as she suddenly hugged Sylvia as if she were hugging Professor Peterson himself."He was like a father to me."

"There are people in this world who are great enough to think they will never die," said Sylvia choked up. "He is God."

The procession continued forward orderly with everyone laying flowers down.

When it was Franklin's turn, he bowed deeply towards funeral home direction before placing his own flowers down.

Some people and some things are worth remembering and respecting by anyone.

The rain kept getting heavier until evening when Sylvia and Franklin finally left the funeral home.

But there were still many people lingering here unwillingly leaving.

Logan and Eden left with them.

Eden said to Sylvia,"I want to write him a song."

Sylvia hesitated for a moment. "Sure."

"This time... I'd like you continue composing music for me while I write lyrics. Can I?"Eden looked at Sylvia, "Wynter The Genius... my idol. Can you?"

Sylvia patted his shoulder."Of course. Give me few days' time."

Although it was supposed be only few days, Sylvia sat down at her desk immediately after returning home and started creating.

Franklin didn't disturb her.

He quietly dealt with SouthStar Airlines'and Maskelyne Group's affairs which had piled up recently.

That night, the news that Maskelyne Group donated 30 million dollars for bone cancer treatment spread throughout internet.

Not only that, SouthStar Airlines also donated 30 million dollars for agricultural base transformation support..

Sylvia worked late into the night before finally emerging from her study.

While she was writing, her phone was on do not disturb mode, but after taking a shower and switching it back to normal mode, notifications from various news and media apps flooded in. The phone rang for quite some time before finally settling down.

Curious, Sylvia went through each notification one by one until she froze upon seeing a message that read. "Did you donate?" She turned to the man still holding onto his tablet nearby.

"You donated without me?" Sylvia sat on the edge of the bed and immediately called Logan. "Longevity Pharmaceuticals is donating $30 million worth of medicine to hospitals for patients who can't afford it." Logan didn't seem bothered by being disturbed in the middle of the night. "Got it, boss, I'll arrange everything."

After that call ended, Sylvia instructed her colleagues at Master Keturah Foundation to donate $30 million towards agriculture because food is essential for everyone's survival. However, just as she finished giving these instructions, another notification popped up. "18 hikers trapped in extreme weather conditions with uncertain fate."

Sylvia didn't bother opening this notification. "People these days don't know their limits; why would they venture into dangerous mountains?"

She wasn't in a good mood and nothing seemed to please her until Franklin's phone rang with an urgent voice calling out. "Brother... brother... help me!"

James' panicked voice came through along with crackling static noise on Franklin's end.

"Brother! I'm stuck in..."

"In where?" Franklin interrupted him anxiously.

"In... the mountain," James replied quickly before abruptly losing connection.

Franklin tried calling back but only got busy signals repeatedly until he couldn't get through anymore.

Sylvia frowned deeply as an ominous feeling crept over her. "What if James and Romeo are among those 18 hikers?"

She reluctantly opened up that earlier notification which revealed that those 18 hikers were recent college graduates who had entered a forbidden area at night against regulations - which happened to be where James and Romeo attended school too - prompting official rescue teams like Eagle Rescue Squad being deployed immediately.

She hung up the phone with James, still unable to reach him.

"What do we do now?" she asked, turning to Franklin.

The man's face was serious and grim. "You stay here at home. I'll have Jasper contact the Eagle Rescue Team."

"How can I possibly sleep knowing that there are eighteen lives at stake? Let's go together," Sylvia said as she walked over to her closet and pulled out two jackets. "It's cold in the mountains at night. Let's go." Franklin didn't object and simply took one of the jackets before taking her hand and leading her outside.