After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 207

Sylvia didn't know that Franklin had learned about her virus, so she had no idea that he was trying to detoxicate her.

Afraid the virus would take effect, Franklin decided to detoxicate her regularly, even if she struggled or disgusted him.

Logan had told him the regular patterns of her virus.

In the past four years, the virus had attacked her irregularly. After they divorced, the virus took effect more often.

It implied that Sylvia's body needed him.

Franklin wished she could recover, but privately, he felt delighted after realizing Sylvia couldn't leave him.

Moreover, he even felt lucky that Sylvia had married him instead of another man in the past.

Thinking some other men also had the RH negative blood type, Franklin would easily blow up.

He decided to kill any man who wanted to steal Sylvia from him. No man could take her away.

After Tammy was kicked out of the hospital, she rushed back home.

Once she entered the living room, she saw Skyla standing before the fish tank to feed the fishes. Tammy burst into tears immediately.

"Mom!"

"What's wrong?" Her whine shocked Skyla, who dropped all the fish food into the tank.

The fishes had a feast.

Skyla pulled Tammy to sit on the sofa. "What happened, Tammy? Aren't you supposed to be at work? Why did you come back so suddenly?"

"Mom! Sylvia, that bitch, set me up!" Tammy cursed in jealousy and hatred.

Then she told Skyla what had happened in the hospital in detail.

Her words made Skyla tremble in anger. Her well-cared face was so twisted that she looked like another ugly woman. "Damn it! How dare that bitch do those things to you! Who does she think she is?"

"What should I do, Mom?" Tammy shed tears, sniffing.

She suddenly lost the job she had tried hard to obtain, wondering what to do.

"After your dad come home, let's tell him. We shall make a long-term plan. You can go to work in your dad's company. It'll belong to you sooner or later, anyway," Skyla consoled her, patting her hands.

Suddenly, their doorbell rang.

A maid scooted to open the door.

Surprisingly, several policemen in uniforms entered.

"Does Otto Andrews stay here?"

Skyla was startled and she had a bad hunch.

"Yes. This is Andrews Residence. What can I do for you, Officer?"

The policeman in the lead pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to Skyla. "This is a warrant of arrest. We've been to Andrews Construction but failed to find Otto Andrews. Is he home?"

Blood drained from Skyla's face. Her lips trembled. "Arrest? Why do you want to arrest him? What has he done?"

"We received an anonymous report and investigated to confirm Otto Andrews had evaded the tax payment. We also have solid evidence. Now, we'll arrest him," the police replied professionally. "Please contact him immediately. Or, we'll issue an online warrant of arrest and list him as wanted throughout the country."

Skyla's legs went weak. She staggered, almost fainting.

Fortunately, Tammy helped her to keep her balance. "Mom... Mom, be strong."

"I-I don't know where to find him. He went to work in the morning and still didn't return home," Skyla sobbed and yelled.

She wondered what she and Tammy should do after Otto went to jail. She wouldn't be able to lead a wealthy life. Besides, Tammy had also lost her job.

Skyla felt her world had collapsed.

Suddenly, there were some noises from the door.

The next second, Otto rushed in with sweat all over his forehead. He roared, "Skyla, pack my suitcase. Hurry! I need to go..."

He suddenly broke off when seeing the policemen standing in the living room. He couldn't finish his words as he hadn't expected the policemen to react so quickly and wait for him in his house.

Otto paled. He escaped from the company after his assistant told him the policemen were looking for him.

The news riled up Clark, who smashed all the files to the floor.

"Otto Andrews, you just cannot do anything right!"

"Mr. Wilson, Sylvia has agreed to do the operation. Isn't it good news?" Winter squatted down to pick up the files carefully and put them before Clark.

He gazed at the files without a blink, boiling over with anger. After a while, he said, "You can leave."

"All right." Winter instantly pushed the door open and walked out.

However, she felt sickened and her stomach turning.

She feared, thinking about the causes. Blood drained from her face, and her heart kept sinking.

Winter didn't dare stay there. She rushed into the ladies' room and retched.

After a long time, the sickness stopped, and she left the ladies' room while patting her chest.

She was 36, not a teenager, so she knew what it meant.

Clark didn't like to use any birth control measurements, and she took morning-after pills.

Winter had never planned to be a mother in her life. After all, her husband was disabled and impotent.

If she was pregnant, her baby would be an illegitimate child. After all, she was Clark's aunt.

She was unwilling to let her child live in disgrace.

Winter could hardly imagine it, returning to her office absentmindedly.

"Mrs. Wilson? Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?"

After Rosie called her several times, Winter finally returned to her senses. "Yes? What's up?"

"This is the donation list for this quarter." Rosie presented a copy of the Wilson Philanthropic Foundation's report to her. Looking at her, worried, Rosie asked, "Are you all right, Mrs. Wilson? You look pale."

"I'm fine, Rosie. I'm just too exhausted." Winter forced a smile and started to read the report.