After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Master Wood was utterly perplexed. He dragged his obese body, panting heavily, and rushed to Jocelyn's villa, barging into her room in a hurry.

He was met with the sight of a furious and agonized Jocelyn, her face contorted in horror. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at Jocelyn's face, clearly suffering from a backlash.

Red scars, like wriggling worms, covered her entire face. Her once fair skin had turned a sickly yellowish-black, emitting a strong stench.

The foul odor permeated the entire room.

Jocelyn, with bloodshot eyes, rushed towards Master Wood and gripped his arm tightly. "You promised me that I would have the most beautiful face without needing surgery or injections. Why has it come to this?"

Master Wood was speechless. He was even angrier.

He had set up ten small arrays to form one large array, and now one of the small arrays had been destroyed.

How could he not be furious?

On the surface, this small array was a face-changing spell, but it actually included a small formation for gathering luck, meant to transfer the Kaur family's luck to the Sweeney family. Now it was ruined.

He was so angry that his face turned red, but he didn't dare lash out at Miss Sweeney. "Let me think. Miss, this is a backlash. I used your friend's face to replace yours. Now the spell has failed and been sabotaged. I don't know who did it!"

"What? Sabotaged?" Jocelyn was so furious that she almost fainted.

She screamed at Master Wood, "What am I supposed to do? What about my face? Am I supposed to live with this ugly, smelly face? No! I won't accept it!"NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Miss, please calm down. Let me think of a solution." Master Wood knew well that there was no saving her from the backlash of the face-changing spell. But if he said that, Jocelyn would never accept it.

So he had to calm her down first.

This young lady had always been troubled by her looks. Her twin brothers were extremely handsome, but she seemed like an afterthought when God made her. Her features were plain and unremarkable.

Her parents were good-looking, her brothers were handsome... but she was ordinary and easily lost in a crowd.

She wanted to become beautiful but feared being ridiculed by other socialites if they found out she had cosmetic surgery.

Master Wood needed ten small arrays, so he targeted Carley from the Kaur family.

Now it was ruined...

Master Wood felt like crying the most.

His large array!

When would it ever be completed?

He had spent so long setting up ten small arrays, and just when he was down to the last one, it got destroyed.

He had to start over again.

Finding an array eye and a target was too difficult.

And the Sweeney brothers didn't understand these things. They only cared about results, not the process.

Master Wood was fuming but had to endure his pain while comforting Jocelyn.

After finally calming her down, he left in a huff.

Master Wood hurried back to his small courtyard. He wanted to know who had broken his array and undone his face-changing spell. He needed to investigate immediately.

What exactly happened?

He sat in his room, frustrated and agitated. The old man was dead.

Could he have any descendants?

No, impossible!

Newman was so reclusive; how could he have descendants?

He paced around the room, growing more agitated with each step.

Could there be some expert he didn't know about?

He gritted his teeth in anger and decided he had to find out.

He went to one of his disciples. "Go inform the two young masters that I have urgent business."

Then he began checking the other small arrays he had set up in various prominent families.

After confirming there were no issues with them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed Carley's small array was an accident.

Since it was an accident, he needed a new replacement.

At the presidential residence, Franklin lay on his bed, his eyes unfocused and devoid of light.

Jasper brought dinner to him and said softly, "Young master, it's time for dinner."

Franklin propped himself up. Since starting acupuncture, his eyes felt more relaxed. He didn't know if it was psychological or if the acupuncture was working.

Or maybe it was because the acupuncturist was also a herbalist?

He couldn't help but think of Sylvia.

Thinking of Sylvia made him restless.

Sylvia... his Sylvia...

He had to recover quickly!

With this thought, he didn't let Jasper help him but instead groped his way to the dining table.

The familiar aroma of food filled his nostrils.

These were dishes he often ate at home, which brought him some comfort.

"Will that herbalist doctor come again tomorrow?" Franklin asked as he took a bite of food.

Jasper smiled secretly where

Franklin couldn't see but didn't dare

laugh out loud. "Yes, she will

continue acupuncture for a week. If

it works, she will continue until you regain your sight. How do you feel?"

"Good," Franklin said no more but looked forward to the next day, eager to see if the acupuncture would work. If it did, there was hope for him to regain his sight. Once he could see again, he would find Sylvia!

No one could stop him!

With this thought, the food tasted even better.

Early the next morning, Franklin woke up.

After washing up, he sat on his bed waiting for the doctor and the herbalist doctor to arrive.

In the Hipps family garage, there were many luxury cars. Sylvia chose a low-key black BMW as her transportation.

She went straight to the doctor's house and picked him up before heading to the presidential residence.

Just like yesterday, they arrived at Franklin's small building in silence.

Sylvia wore a white nurse's uniform with flat nurse shoes and carried a medical kit.

The kit contained her silver needles.

She set down the kit and began acupuncture.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

No one spoke as she silently performed her task. After inserting the needles into Franklin's skin as she did yesterday, she began checking his pulse.

After a while, she let go of his hand.

"Do you feel any relief? Any lightness in your eyes or other reactions?"

Franklin answered in a deep voice, "I feel a bit lighter. I don't know if it's psychological."

"It shouldn't be," Sylvia said softly. "Check again tomorrow morning."

She sat on the sofa, looking at Franklin while suppressing her longing and thoughts. She lowered her head to avoid being noticed by the doctor.

The doctor got excited when Franklin mentioned feeling something. "Really? Mr. Maskelyne? If it works, that's wonderful."

He saw hope for Franklin's recovery and an end to his own torment.

Jasper was also pleased. It seemed Mrs. Maskelyne's intervention was effective after all.

Sylvia glanced at him without speaking.

Jasper understood her look and

spoke up as if addressing both the doctor and Sylvia. "The young master has been eating well these

past two days. His health will surely recover quickly."

Hearing what she wanted to hear, Sylvia felt satisfied.

As long as Franklin ate well, everything would be fine. Food was essential for recovery.

Franklin occasionally caught familiar scents in his nostrils.

He kept thinking that this female herbalist doctor might be Sylvia.

But... her voice was different from Sylvia's. Would Jasper hide Sylvia from him?

Especially since her fingers' temperature felt different from Sylvia's.

Franklin's mind wandered until he fell asleep again.

Half an hour later, Sylvia removed the needles. "Jasper, we'll take our leave now."

Jasper nodded. "Thank you both."

Leaving the presidential residence, Sylvia got into the car with the doctor following closely behind.

"By the way... I still don't know your name," the doctor said with a smile as he looked at Sylvia beside him. "Your traditional medicine skills are excellent; you must be well-known in that field?"

Sylvia shook her head. "I'm just an unknown practitioner."

So she didn't want him to know. The doctor took the hint. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine."

Sylvia drove quickly and soon dropped off the doctor. "See you tomorrow. Thank you."

The doctor smiled at her thanks. "Why do you thank me every day?"

Sylvia pressed her red lips together. "You'll understand someday."

Watching her black BMW disappear from view, the doctor felt something was off but didn't dwell on it.

At the Kaur family estate,

Carley looked at her reflection in the mirror, tears streaming down as she saw new skin growing where there used to be pus-filled sores.

But she quickly wiped away her tears to avoid damaging the new skin.

Dariel walked in with a cup of hot milk in hand. "What's wrong?"

Carley turned to see her brother and couldn't help but say, "Since mom passed away, you've been taking care of me. Thank you."

Dariel gently hugged her. "You're my sister; of course I have to take care of you!"

Their father had long since formed a new family and lived in another villa on this estate.