After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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 it really 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 wanted to speak, but her throat was

sore from being choked by water, as if there were gravel grinding inside.

"Sylvia..."

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

Winter's tears slid down her cheeks, and to her surprise, she bumped into her old arch-nemesis Sylvia.

But it was this very enemy who extended 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 you were 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 disappear before my eyes," Sylvia smirked

and raised her eyebrows, "so now give me your right hand, I need to check on the condition of your

baby."

She could feel the pulse.

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This village was remote and underdeveloped, and there was no way to send them to a hospital in the

city for examination.

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

Sylvia pressed her fingers onto Winter's pulse and withdrew them after a 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 a respectful expression, saying,

"Miss Andrews, I'm so glad that everything's alright now. How did you and Winter come to know each

other?"

"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 plan for 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 chief replied.

The villagers couldn't believe that these strangers were actually the big bosses. They thought about

their changing fate and couldn't help but feel sad and anxious about the future, uncertain about their

livelihoods.

"Don't worry about your new livelihoods. The resort will need workers from the foundation to

completion," Sylvia reassured them. "The village will be rebuilt, and you won't have to relocate. But I

hope nothing like this 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 up by her arms. "Go forward, turn

left, then walk a little further."

After five minutes of walking, they arrived at Winter's small wooden house which was simple but

complete in its own way. As Sylvia looked around inside while the men helped Winter onto her bed

before retreating outside and closing the door behind them leaving an awkward silence between them

all in its wake.

Winter finally spoke up after a long pause, "Miss Andrews, can you please get me some clean clothes

from that cabinet over there?" She pointed towards a corner of the room where a cabinet stood against

one 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 some strength, but the frigid river water

had left her shivering and her hands trembling. However, she couldn't possibly allow Sylvia to help her

change clothes. When she thought about the complicated history between her and Sylvia, all that

remained now was awkwardness and a sense 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," Winter said with a bitter smile, a look of despair in her eyes. "Though Clark

cleared me of all guilt, bearing the burden himself, what good does it do?"

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

"I may not have directly killed anyone, but I indirectly cheated people out of their money. The Royal

Galaxy Building was destroyed by Clark. If you want revenge, you can come after me. It doesn't matter

anymore," she continued.

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

Tears streamed down her face as despair consumed her.

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

Sylvia squinted at the woman's pained expression. In just six short months, Winter had gone from a

graceful and elegant Mrs. Wilson to a pitiful woman.

If it weren't for today's chance encounter, Sylvia would have thought that Winter was living well and that

her quality of life hadn't changed much since before.

"Winter, I don't want to know why you're hiding in such an isolated place. I can save your child's life if

you agree to my conditions," Sylvia said calmly but firmly.

"What are your conditions? What do you want me to do?" Winter asked hopefully as a glimmer of hope

appeared in her eyes.

"I don't want to keep a potential threat around. Clark has already been sentenced to death, but his

crimes go far beyond what I managed to gather. 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 paler upon 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 Clark cares 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! Clark has been sentenced to death; there is no hope for him ever

getting out again! If you give me this evidence against him, then I will spare your life and provide a

good environment for your kid."

Sylvia spoke evenly without any fluctuations in tone but for someone like Winter who was currently

desperate beyond measure, it sounded incredibly tempting!

"I've also heard some things about the Wilson family... Do you think they'll let go of someone who owes

them something? Or are you planning on hiding forever? Are you going make your child live every day

under constant fear?"

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

After finishing her sentence, Sylvia turned to leave. Just as she was about to open the door, Winter

suddenly called out to her, "Miss Andrews, wait."

Sylvia turned around and saw Winter's eyes filled with determination. It seemed like she had made a

decision in an instant. "Miss Andrews, I can give it to you. But... I hope you can keep the promise you

made to me."

"Winter, never go see Clark again," Sylvia said in a low voice. "The father of your child has lived a life of

sin. If you want your child to live a clean life, then you must forget this man who once appeared in your

life."

"Sylvia! Are you being so cruel?" Winter's tears flowed again as she spoke. "The Wilson family is hell

and everyone there is evil except for Clark... he protected me and looked after me... and now you want

me to forget him!"

"Winter, don't be ignorant," Sylvia said sternly. "You need to face the facts. If you want to live an honest

life free from, cut any ties with the Wilson or Bennett families."

"Does the Bennett family have any place for you? Did they agree when you asked them to save Clark?"

Every word that Sylvia spoke hit hard on Winter's heart.

Winter fell onto the ground and cried uncontrollably while covering her face.

Her entire life had been one tragedy after another since birth; she felt trapped 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 face while speaking firmly.

"Listen to me, forget Clark, start anew. That includes your name. Winter should become a thing of the

past."

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

"I'll give you a fresh identity," Sylvia assessed her. "You're highly educated, and you're intelligent. It's a

waste not to put those to good use."

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

"You'll find out in due time."

In the small courtyard of the wooden house, Jasper was waiting with a touch of impatience, kicking the

ground lightly.

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

Winter?"

Franklin faced Jasper sideways, gazing into the distance at a small tree in the yard. The contours of his

profile were sharp, making it difficult to discern his expression.

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