After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 433 Though they stayed in such a dark place, but Skyla remained very tough, "What are you afraid of? It's just a dark room!" Tammy whimpered, "Mom ... I'm so hungry." She barely ate anything at the birthday party, and now her stomach was empty, and it was dark and cold here.

She didn't know exactly what time it was, but if she'd been locked here for several days, she would look very horrifying.

Her face, which had just been through some micro-plastic surgery, would probably look bad again.

She had to take good care of her skin, but it was not easy to do that in this dark place. After a few days of staying here, all her effort in taking care of her skin would be ruined.

She did not want it...

Her tears kept falling down, "Mom, when will Grandma let us out?" "Grandma? That's just a cruel old witch!" Skyla cursed viciously, "How could she be so nice to that bitch Sylvia! We're her family.” Tammy wiped her tears and sat up from Skyla's arms, "Grandma was blinded by Sylvia for a while, so she'll let us out when she thinks of how nice we both usually are.” "Hehe..." Skyla sneered, and in the darkness, Tammy had no idea of how vicious Skyla looked at this moment, "We are the Hipps, related to them by blood, so she has to let us go even if she doesn't want to!" Tammy was stunned, "Mom ... why do | feel like you hate Grandma?" Skyla quickly denied, "No." After a while she added, "If you feel tired, you can sleep in my arms for a while. You're my only family in this world. Alas, we are both miserable. We can only depend on each other.” "Mom ..." Tammy was sadder hearing Skyla's words and couldn't help but cry.

It was late at night.

In Queena's suite.

Sylvia was invited to the living room. She surveyed the decoration. Surprisingly, it was the ancient decoration.

Instead of the very trendy rococo or gothic style decoration of Aettosa.

In this villa, there was a dark red bed, a dark red coffee table and a dark red sofa.

They seemed antique.

Even the fan that was casually thrown on the big bed looked antique.

She waited for a while. With Mya's support, Queena walked out.

Sitting on the big bed, she glanced at Sylvia, looking tired , "Sit down, Miss Andrews." "Mrs. Hipps, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. It is because | am in such an emergency, and | must go and find Mr. Henderson right away." "Mr. Henderson?" Queena was stunned, and then remembered who it was, "You mean Luka Henderson, right? You look for him because of Mr. Maskelyne?" She had heard that Franklin was mentally ill.

"Yes, Mr. Henderson has no fixed place to live in, and even his closest friend doesn't know his contact information, and | heard that he is very close to you, so | came here to ask you for help.” Sylvia was extremely sincere.

"The treatment of Franklin's illness can't be delayed any longer, and his mental illness has attacked him more frequently than before. Both Maskelyne Group and South Star Airlines need him. If he collapses, many employees will lose their jobs and their families will suffer. So ... | must try my best to make him recover.” After she said that, Queena sighed, "Whether it's for your mother's sake or for the sake of the SF Group, | will help you. Luka he has had a difficult life, and now he's just on borrowed time. He no longer gives medical treatment. But ... I'll create a chance for you. The point is if you can grasp it." She glanced at Mya, who immediately went to get an address book and came over.

It was surprising to see a notebook-like address book, so Sylvia couldn't help but be stunned again.

"This is the number. Write it down. It's up to you whether he can cure Mr. Maskelyne or not. He's very stubborn, so ... you should be prepared.” Queena pointed to one of the phone numbers and said, "Miss Andrews, that's life. It's not like all the things can go smoothly. I've been through so many things at my age, so | have got over everything." Sylvia put on a bright smile, "Mrs. Hipps, | think there is one thing you can't get over." "Oh? What?" "Love." Queena sighed. She knew what Sylvia was talking about. Love for her family was something she could never get over in her life.

Sylvia wrote down the number and stood up, "Thank you, Mrs. Hipps. In the future, if the Hipps family needs me, | will spare no effort to help." Queena understood what Sylvia meant and quickly responded, "You can't owe anyone a favor, can you? It's not a favor actually.

You know? Your embroidery is in exchange for the contact information.” "Okay, I'm tired and need a rest. You can go back." She also stood up and waved her hand at Sylvia.

Sylvia nodded, "Thank you." Her straight figure disappeared.

Queena did not rest as she had said, but stood in the same place, staring at the direction Sylvia had left.

It took a while for Mya to remind her, "It's late." "Hey, if only this child were my granddaughter. It's a pity I'm not so blessed. Whose family this child is from? That family is just so lucky." Queena couldn't help but think of the two disappointing women that were locked up in the dark room.

She shook her head. What was she thinking about them for? "Mrs. Hipps, you can claim her as your granddaughter if you like her so much. Or... we can set her up with Master Clare ... By then, she will be your daughter-in-law." Mya clearly saw how Clare protected Sylvia at the birthday party.

Master Clare had been single and never had a crush on any woman for so many years, which made Queena very anxious.

His only hobby was playing the piano. Soon, he would go into the air force to train.

After this, it would be more difficult for him to meet a suitable young girl.

"Have you seen how deeply she and Franklin love each other? She came to me for Luka, and Franklin taught Tammy a lesson.

Alas, Franklin gave a slap in the Hipps' family. Somehow, I'm only mad at Skyla. | can't get mad at Sylvia at all." Queena sighed. Her disappointment in her own daughter, her fondness Sylvia... overcame her so much that she could hardly breathe.

A choking pain rose in her chest.

"If I had known that | would recover so disgraceful mother and daughter ... I ... would not have ..." "Mrs. Hipps, don't say that. No matter what, they are your family related to you by blood. No matter how good Sylvia is, she's not your family." Mya hurried to comfort Queena, "Besides, | heard that Mr. Maskelyne and she got married secretly and seemed to be divorced before. Do you want me to have someone investigate to see whether they are divorced or married?" "You're right. Go and check it out. If she's single ... she's a good choice for Clare." Queena felt a little better, "Go quickly." "Yes." After leaving the door, the ingratiating smile on Mya's face turned into a sneer. Soon, she disappeared into the night.