After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 1008

No, no one in this world could be like Sylvia.

Franklin sighed deeply, thinking he must be hallucinating from missing Sylvia so much. As he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, he caught a faint whiff of food.

Jasper was instructing the servants to set the table. As he placed the forks, he said to Franklin, "Young Master, the kitchen has prepared all your favorite dishes today." Franklin paused, puzzled as to how the kitchen knew his preferences but didn't dwell on it and continued to the bathroom.

After a while, he came out and sat by the dining table. Due to his impaired vision, he usually ate in his room rather than going downstairs to the dining hall. He reached for a fork and smelled the familiar aroma of dishes like "potato stew with beef, stir-fried river shrimp, sautéed bok choy, dry pot leafy greens, and yam millet porridge."

These were not fancy dishes but ones Sylvia often made at home, which he quite enjoyed. "I wonder how the chef's cooking compares to home," Jasper said cautiously, not daring to reveal that Sylvia had written down these recipes. "I recalled your favorite dishes from home and had the kitchen prepare them."

Franklin nodded and tasted a piece of beef. "The taste is alright." Of course, it couldn't compare to Sylvia's cooking but was much better than the meals he'd had in recent days.

Seeing Franklin finally eating well, Jasper felt relieved. He secretly took a few photos of Franklin eating and sent them to Sylvia.

At that moment, Sylvia was having dinner at the Hipps family residence. She looked at the man who, despite being blind, maintained an elegant posture while picking up food and couldn't help but smile. Clare noticed her expression and asked curiously, "What are you smiling about?"

Sylvia put away her phone. "Nothing."

Just then, Clare's phone rang. He glanced at Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps before standing up quickly. "I'll take this call outside."

Answering the phone at the dining table was considered very impolite. He stepped out of the dining room and answered, "What's up, Dariel?"

An urgent voice came through the phone. "Mr. Hipps, I have a request. I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask."

Clare was puzzled. "What's happened?"

Dariel Kaur's voice grew more anxious. "You know I have a younger sister by five years. About a year ago, her face suddenly started breaking out in pimples. We went to the hospital, but the medication and injections didn't help."

"Dariel, I'm not a doctor. Why are you telling me this?" Clare was still confused.

"Mr. Hipps, please hear me out. Last month, her pimples started festering and emitting a foul odor. The doctors are at a loss. I heard Miss Andrews is a renowned physician... so..."

Clare finally understood. "You want my niece Sylvia to take a look. But Sylvia specializes in surgery and traditional medicine; I'm not sure if she can treat your sister's condition. Let me ask her and get back to you later."

Having such an illness in the family was truly distressing, especially for a young girl who valued her appearance. Clare couldn't imagine how painful it must be for her.

Returning to the dining room, Clare relayed the situation to Sylvia. "Would you like to take a look? If you can't..."

Sylvia didn't hesitate. "I know some traditional medicine techniques that focus on internal and external balance and harmony of yin and yang. Let's go see her tomorrow. If I can't treat it, so be it. But if I can, it would be good to help someone."

Clare felt relieved. "Alright, I'll let him know now."

Dariel was overjoyed when he saw Clare's reply on Facebook.

"Thank you so much."

"Save your thanks until Sylvia can actually help."

Early the next morning, Clare personally drove Sylvia to the Kaur family residence.

"Dariel and I were classmates and childhood friends. The Kaur family's status isn't as high as ours or the Sweeney family's, but they're still a prominent family in Aettosa. His sister Carley Kaur is an executive in their family business and used to be quite beautiful with many suitors."

"But about a year ago, she suddenly disappeared from social circles. In prominent families like ours, there are always many social events, but she stopped attending them."

"Thinking back now, it must be related to her face."

Listening to Clare's recount of the Kaur family's situation, Sylvia frowned slightly.

Something felt off.

She pondered for a moment before saying, "Carley's condition might be worse than we think."

As they approached a red light, Clare glanced at Sylvia beside him. "There's something strange about this."

"What is it?"

When the light turned green, Clare drove through the intersection.

"Carley's best friend Jocelyn Sweeney is Tristan's sister from the Sweeney family. She used to look quite plain but has somehow become more radiant this year without any signs of cosmetic surgery." "This is indeed intriguing," Sylvia said thoughtfully. "Someone suddenly becomes beautiful while another becomes ugly. Interesting."

The car came to a stop in front of the Kaur family residence.

Butler Zhuang was already waiting there and greeted them with a smile as soon as he saw Clare's car. "Mr. Hipps, Miss Andrews, welcome! Please come in."

It was said that the newly found daughter of the Hipps family was a renowned physician who had treated many patients in H Rovirsa.

Carley's condition had become the Kaur family's greatest sorrow.

The Kaur family villa was a standalone five-story building. As soon as Dariel heard footsteps in the first-floor hall, he came out immediately. "Mr. Hipps, Miss Andrews! I'll call my sister down right away."

His expression was filled with excitement.

As soon as Sylvia stepped into the Kaur family residence, she began assessing its feng shui layout.

From the outside, it seemed fine, but as soon as she entered the living room, she sensed an inexplicable array formation.

The Kaur family was under some sort of spell?

She didn't have time to ponder further as Dariel warmly invited them to sit down.

A servant had already gone upstairs to fetch Carley.

The butler personally brought over tea. "Mr. Hipps, Miss Andrews, please have some tea. This is premium pre-rain green tea; give it a try." Clare thanked him politely.

Sylvia took a sip from one of the cups. "Indeed good tea."

The butler smiled broadly. "We also have freshly washed fruits that were air-shipped here."

Their hospitality was warm and courteous.

Carley soon came downstairs with the help of a servant.

Sylvia looked over and saw a slender woman in a moon-white dress wearing a mask even at home.

Her long black hair covered her forehead and cheeks, revealing only a pair of clear eyes filled with despair and resentment.

Her entire demeanor exuded an indescribable pain.

Dariel introduced them eagerly. "Mr. Hipps you know; this is his niece, Miss Andrews."

Carley nodded silently and sat beside Dariel.

Seeing her condition, Sylvia couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She immediately recognized that Carley had been cursed with a face-changing spell.

Dariel showed everyone photos of Carley from before. "My sister used to be beautiful and kind-hearted. Now... she's lost all confidence because of her face and has become very frail. She doesn't attend any social events anymore."

He gently coaxed Carley, "Carley, could you take off your mask so Miss Andrews can take a look? Please?"

Carley's eyes showed hesitation and struggle.

Her face was too ugly-ugly and smelly-and she couldn't bear people's shocked reactions anymore.

Especially those looks of shock mixed with disdain; they constantly reminded her how hideous she had become.

She almost instinctively wanted to refuse.

But Sylvia smiled at her and said, "I know why your face has become like this."

Carley was stunned. "You know? Why is my face like this?"

Due to long periods without speaking to anyone, her voice was hoarse and heavy.

"Take off your mask so I can examine you properly," Sylvia said calmly. "I'm a doctor; I need to observe closely."

Carley lowered her head as if making up her mind.

She slowly removed her mask with pale fingers.

A hideous face covered in festering sores immediately came into view, emitting a foul stench that filled the entire living room without the mask's barrier.

Sylvia examined Carley's face closely; it was covered in worm-like pustules along with numerous pimples emitting the foul odor.

"If this isn't treated soon, your life might be in danger," Sylvia said with a sigh.

The person who cast this spell was extremely malicious-not only wanting her face but also her life.

Dariel was shocked. "Her life?"

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