After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

From the perspective of the siblings, they were dependent on each other for survival.

Dariel released Carley. "Let's go downstairs for dinner."

He carefully examined his sister's face and said with emotion, "You won't need to wear a mask anymore."

"Yes, we owe it all to Miss Andrews," Carley replied with a slight smile.

As the siblings descended the stairs and headed to the dining room, they encountered unexpected guests in the living room.

Nola's face showed disdain and surprise when she saw them. "Oh, I heard from the servants that Carley's face was treated by a famous doctor. It still looks ugly. I thought it had recovered!"

Mrs. Kaur smiled faintly. "Carley, your face has changed a bit, but there's still some way to go compared to before. Can that doctor really cure you?"

She was in her forties, still attractive and well-maintained.

Nola was her daughter, half-sibling to Dariel and Carley.

Nola resembled Oakley more, so she looked different from Dariel and Carley.

But she wasn't ugly, just a bit above average.

She had always been jealous of Carley's beauty, wondering why she didn't inherit their father's looks.

Now that Carley's face was ruined, Nola felt triumphant, waiting for Carley's face to be beyond repair.

But unexpectedly, a famous doctor had been found to treat her.

Now, her face showed signs of gradual recovery.

As Nola fumed inwardly, Dariel's cold voice rang out. "Auntie, Nola, Carley's face has indeed been treated by a famous doctor. It will soon be fully restored."

Hearing this affirmation, the mother and daughter exchanged knowing glances.

"Congratulations to Carley," Mrs. Kaur said with a forced smile. "Carley will continue to be the face of the Kaur family."

"Yes, I'm so envious of Carley's figure and beautiful face," Nola said through gritted teeth, wishing she could tear Carley's face apart.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I'll have the kitchen prepare some dishes you both like," Dariel warmly invited them. "Why not call Dad over too? Let's have a family gathering."

"Your dad went out early for business and won't be back by noon. We'll head back now," Mrs. Kaur said, pulling Nola away.

Ridiculous! She didn't want to be near these children from her husband's first wife! She resented not having a son herself, only giving birth to Nola.

Oakley Kaur rarely visited Dariel and Carley's house but made it clear that Dariel would inherit his company.

The thought of her daughter only getting a portion of the inheritance while Dariel got the majority made her very upset.

She had heard Lady Sweeney knew some master who might help change their fortunes.

With this in mind, she silently left with Nola.

Watching the scheming mother and daughter leave, Dariel's face turned cold. "I wonder what they're plotting now. Carley, avoid them when I'm not home."

Carley nodded. "They always want to see us fail and make fools of ourselves. You saw Nola's expression just now."

"Alright, let's eat. Ignore them," Dariel said, patting his sister's shoulder as they headed to the dining room.

Carley quickly followed him.

For a week, Sylvia had been busy like a spinning top.

In the morning, she performed acupuncture on Franklin; in the afternoon, she applied medicine to Carley's face.

She had no time for anything else.

Fortunately, all her efforts were paying off.

On Monday morning, with bright sunshine, she stretched and had breakfast after washing up.

Jasmine and Giancarlo were also there and waved at her with smiles. "Sylvia, come sit with us. We have your favorite sandwiches this morning."

Sylvia smiled and sat next to Jasmine. "Good morning, everyone."

"You've been so busy this week; we haven't seen you around the house. Where have you been?" Jasmine asked lovingly. She had no children of her own but saw hope for the future in Sylvia. "I've been helping Miss Carley from the Kaur family with her illness," Sylvia said, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Miss Carley from the Kaur family?" Old Mrs. Hipps vaguely remembered a young member of the Kaur family but didn't pay much attention. "You don't have many friends here; it's good to socialize with young people and make friends."

As she finished speaking, they heard the butler's voice. "Madam, Sir, the Sweeney family has sent an invitation."

They looked up to see the butler holding an invitation.

"What does the Sweeney family want? Their sons have been visiting uninvited lately. Now they're sending an invitation?" Old Mrs. Hipps frowned but took the invitation and opened it. "Ridiculous! The Sweeney family is hosting a charity auction at their estate. Charity auctions are usually organized by charitable institutions. Since when does the Sweeney family have the right to host one?" Old Mrs. Hipps's voice was cold and mocking.

Old Mr. Hipps took the invitation and looked at it. "Hosting an auction is just another way for them to make money. I don't believe they'll donate any proceeds."

Everyone knew what the Sweeney family was like.

"Whether they donate or not, we have to go. Not going would be disrespectful and create bigger conflicts Old Mrs. Hipps said coldly. "They've sent their sons to bother us repeatedly. This time we'll send Sylvia and Clare. We old folks won't attend."

"Exactly," Jasmine agreed. "It's just a small auction; inviting us would be giving them too much face."

Old Mrs. Hipps turned to Sylvia. "Alright then, Sylvia, you'll represent the Hipps family tomorrow night. Have fun at the auction. I'll prepare something for you to auction-a pair of pearl earrings from my jewelry box."

Old Mr. Hipps added, "Just a token

gesture will do; even these pearl earrings are too good for them.

Sylvia, be careful at this event. /fetContent rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

anyone gives you trouble, don't hesitate to stand up for yourself. We'll always have your back!"

Sylvia felt warmth in her heart as she listened to them.

This must be what it feels like to be protected by family and elders.

After breakfast, she went with the doctor to the presidential residence as usual.

After several days of acupuncture, Franklin's eyes felt noticeably lighter, making him much more comfortable.

He was becoming less resistant to this unfamiliar female traditional medicine practitioner.

She did have some skills after all.

He eagerly anticipated the day he could see again.

Similarly, Carley's face was gradually losing its pinkish hue as new skin grew in, making her skin look almost identical to its original state.

A week later, as she looked in the mirror at her improving skin, her confidence grew.

"Miss Andrews, will my face be fully healed in a few more days?"

She was sitting on the sofa next to Sylvia, who was carefully applying ointment to her face.

After finishing, Sylvia cleaned her hands and said, "You won't need me to apply it anymore; you can do it yourself."

She placed a bottle of ointment in front of Carley. "This is for healing; it's like applying skincare products. You can do it yourself."

"Thank you, Miss Andrews. How about I treat you to dinner tomorrow night?" Carley said gratefully.

Sylvia smiled. "I have to attend the Sweeney family's charity auction tomorrow night. Are you going?"

Carley paused; she used to receive invitations to such events and would attend regularly.

But since her face became disfigured a year ago, she hadn't appeared in public.

So this time, the invitation probably only went to Mrs. Kaur and Nola.

Carley held Sylvia's hand. "In that case, my brother should have received an invitation too. Why don't we go together?" "You..." Sylvia was surprised by Carley's courage since her face still had some pinkish marks-not unattractive but noticeable.

"I want those who harmed me to see that I'm not who I used to be! My face is healing!" Carley's bright eyes flashed with determination.

The Sweeney family's auction would attract all major families; she wanted to see if her good friend Jocelyn was really behind her suffering.

Seeing Carley's confidence, Sylvia nodded. "Alright then, see you tomorrow night."

Finally, she playfully added, "Make sure to dress beautifully."

Carley nodded enthusiastically. "I will!"

She felt immense gratitude and fondness for Sylvia-the woman who saved her face-admiring her beauty, capability, kindness, and humor without reservation. Watching Sylvia leave, Carley turned and called Dariel. "Brother, did you hear about the Sweeney family's banquet?"