After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Tristan remained silent, his handsome face tight with a hint of coldness.

No one spoke on the way back.

The two brothers walked side by side directly to their residence.

A crescent moon cast a cold light in the sky. Tristan looked up at the dark, velvet-like sky. "What do we do now?"

"Grandfather has become much younger. What can we do?" Marcelo said in a deep voice. "We wait and see. The more critical the situation, the less we can panic or lose our composure. The Sweeney family is not yet ours to control."

Old Mr. Sweeney was always suspicious. The more they showed their strengths, the faster they would be eliminated.

It didn't matter if you were his grandson or his son; he would eliminate you just the same.

Descendants? If he wanted more, he could always have them!

Moreover, the Sweeney family had more descendants than just the two of them. Other cousins were also eyeing their position.

On the surface, the two brothers seemed to be in an enviable position, but in reality, they were walking on thin ice.

"I was too impatient," Tristan nodded. Marcelo, though taciturn, always hit the nail on the head.

"It's late. Go to sleep," Marcelo said calmly.

The brothers then went to their respective rooms.

As twins, they shared an indescribable bond and understanding.

The night grew deeper, but the presidential palace was as bright as day.

The President was so angry that he threw the cup in his hand. "Are you trying to drive me mad?!"

The cup shattered on the floor, pieces scattering everywhere.

In stark contrast to his enraged demeanor was the man sitting opposite him. The man's handsome face was nearly flawless, especially his deep, dark eyes that exuded a cold indifference. He wore black loungewear, which, despite its casual style, gave off an air of sternness as if it were battle armor.

Having such an outstanding son was both a source of pride and torment for the President.

Because he was too exceptional yet too indifferent, especially towards his father.

Even worse, this son was hard to control.

Having a puppet son would be easy; having a strong-willed son like a lone wolf was difficult.

Franklin held a white porcelain mug in his long fingers, tea leaves floating inside.

He took a sip. "Mr. President, did you come here in the middle of the night just to vent your anger at me?"

"Franklin, you must meet Lara tomorrow! I've already arranged the restaurant. All you need to do is have dinner. You must go," the President commanded, his eyes fixed on Franklin. The handsome man raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Am I your subordinate?"

The President grew even angrier. "You are my son!"

"I have a wife. We may be separated for now, but we are not divorced," Franklin's eyes flashed coldly. "I will not betray her in any way. So... give up."

The President suddenly laughed, filled with malice. "Fine, if you don't want Sylvia to disappear from this world, you'd better meet Lara."

She is your weakness! Since you say you're married, if she disappears from this world, wouldn't that solve everything? "Don't you dare!" Franklin stood up abruptly, his long fingers gripping the mug so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Standing tall before the President, who was a few inches shorter, Franklin exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The President took a deep breath; after all, he was Franklin's father. "If you don't listen, do you think I won't dare? I am the President!"

Franklin's face turned ashen. "You can try."

"Let's wait and see then. I advise you to meet Lara tomorrow. Did you know? The woman you care about is living with the Hipps family, very close to you! But unfortunately, you can't meet her." The President's words were deeply cutting.

Franklin felt a sharp pain in his chest. "What did you say?"

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

She's with the Hipps family?

His heart swelled with a desire that nearly drove him mad.

Not knowing was one thing; now that he knew!

He used all his strength to suppress his urge to rush to the Hipps family immediately. His voice hoarse, he stared at the President's sinisterly smug face. "So what are you gloating about? Does separating us make you happy? What good does it do you?"

"A woman like her is not worthy of you. Only a top socialite can help expand our nation's fortunes. Do you understand? The oil tycoon's daughter is your best choice for a wife."

The President's eyes gleamed with madness. "Lara is highly educated, well-born, and beautiful! Isn't she better?"

"No woman compares to my wife," Franklin didn't want to argue anymore. He knew the President just wanted him to go on a blind date with Lara.

"You must go tomorrow; you have no choice," the President said with a triumphant smile. "Because... if you resist, I can have my assassins kill her right now! I heard she's highly skilled in martial arts; it's just a matter of sending more people. If I could blind you back then, I can kill her now!"

This man is insane! He has no heart!

He has no moral standards; he's an outright madman!

Franklin stared at him intensely as if trying to burn through the President's face with his gaze.

This feeling of being controlled made him want to go mad.

Suddenly, he grabbed the

President's neck with his large hand.

"You have no right over me; you're

just a sperm donor! If you touch her,

I'll kill you right now!"

Caught off guard, the President struggled for breath as his face turned red and purple.

His voice squeezed out through clenched teeth. "You dare commit patricide! You ungrateful son... there are guards everywhere... you'll never leave here alive!"

He hadn't expected Franklin to harbor such murderous intent towards him.

He nearly fainted from rage.

Franklin suddenly let go, and the President gasped for air as if reborn. "I'm your father! How dare you treat me like this? The more you act this way, the less likely I'll let you be with Sylvia. That woman is a curse!"

He glanced at Franklin with a meaningful smile. "You don't have to go; I have other ways."

Franklin's face remained dark and silent.

He said nothing as he watched the President quickly leave his room.

The night deepened, but his thoughts were far from calm.

The President was undoubtedly up to something sinister.

But he no longer cared; what mattered was that Sylvia was here with the Hipps family! He wanted to see her!

He narrowed his eyes and went to Jasper's room next door.

"Sylvia is with the Hipps family?"

Jasper hadn't slept either; given the intense conflict between the President and Franklin, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

After hesitating for a moment, he answered, "Yes."

"So, the herbalist doctor who treated my eyes was none other than her!"

Franklin declared firmly.

He wasn't stupid; after hearing that Sylvia was in Aettosa from the President, he quickly connected all the dots and reached this conclusion.

Jasper's face turned pale; Franklin was too smart!

It was impossible to hide anything from him.

But Sylvia had said it wasn't time to meet Franklin yet.

Jasper sighed silently but dared not hide anything from Franklin anymore. "Madam told me not to say... so please don't be angry with me." Guessing and confirming were two different things for Franklin.

His chest felt like it had been hit by a boulder.

She came every day!

She came every day!

But he hadn't cherished it...

His mind went blank; that familiar scent was indeed Sylvia's!

His eyes turned bloodshot as he punched the wall hard. "Damn it! Why didn't anyone tell me?!"

Jasper couldn't bear to look at him

and turned away. "Madam didn't want... she feared you'd be

distracted. Franklin, Madam alson et

said for you to conserve your

strength and not clash head-on with

the President."

Franklin felt as if his heart was being torn apart; he could hardly breathe from the pain that left him weak and trembling, wishing he could just die...

Sylvia... how could you... how did you endure seeing me every day without revealing yourself?

The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he felt for Sylvia.

Loving too deeply made it impossible to forget!

When did fate become so cruel?

His breath carried bitterness as if everything had withered and fallen away.

Franklin returned to his room in a daze without knowing when or how.

He sat there for a long time...

His heart was a mix of emotions...

H Rovirsa Urgford.

Sylvia stayed at a hotel near the hospital that night while Clare kept vigil over Mollie in the hospital.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Brayden and Jenna's wedding was scheduled for next month.

She had just seen them post their wedding photos on Facebook.

After liking their post, she put her phone away.

Time indeed changes many things and people.

She thought about when she first met Jenna and Mollie and how different things were now.

Unknowingly, so much time had passed.

She felt a bit stifled and picked up her phone again to browse through her photo album.

There were some photos of her and Franklin; his handsome face seemed to glow. Her fingers gently traced his features as if they were still together.

"One day, we too can openly flaunt our happiness."