After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 1029

Chapter 1029

After a long while, he finally opened his eyes again.

"Put her down."

At this moment, Mrs. Kaur was barely breathing, more air leaving her than entering.

She lay on the floor, covered in wounds, and soon the floor was stained red.

"Mom! Mom!" Nola rushed over and held her tightly in her arms.

"Don't call an ambulance, call a private doctor," Oakley said, sounding suddenly very tired, and then he went back to his room.

Dariel called the private doctor, and several servants came over to lift Mrs. Kaur onto the sofa.

"Her injuries are all superficial; the whip didn't hit her bones," Dariel said, though he wasn't a medical expert, he knew a bit about whips.

"Nola, don't be too sad. Auntie will be fine soon," Carley said, offering some lukewarm comfort.

Seeing Mrs. Kaur in such a miserable state was indeed satisfying. This woman had committed many evil deeds, harming numerous families and franchisees. Her current fate seemed like divine mercy. It was already good enough that Oakley hadn't killed her.

The private doctor arrived quickly with his medical kit. After hurriedly bandaging Mrs. Kaur's wounds, he examined her body.

"Although the injuries are superficial and didn't reach the bones, she will need to stay in bed for about twenty days to recover."

The doctor had seen many injured patients but had never seen someone so severely whipped.

"Will my mom have any lasting effects?" Nola asked nervously.

"No, but some of the more severe wounds may leave ugly scars," the doctor said while writing a prescription. "I'll prescribe some ointment to be applied twice daily. It will help with wound healing. She also needs to take oral antibiotics to prevent infection."

The doctor handed the prescription to Nola. "If there are any issues, call me. The patient shouldn't bathe until the scabs form in about ten days."

Nola thanked the doctor and saw him out.

Carley muttered quietly, "Ten days without a bath? She'll stink."

Dariel knocked on her head lightly. "Why do you care so much? Let's go back."

Meanwhile, far away in H Rovirsa, Clare received a call from Old Mrs. Hipps. "The President is hosting a banquet tomorrow night for his son's recognition ceremony. We've received an invitation. Can you and Sylvia come back?"

Clare hesitated but decided to be honest. "Mom, Sylvia's Longevity Pharmaceuticals is having some issues. She might not be able to come back. Let me ask her."

Old Mrs. Hipps got worried upon hearing about the trouble. "What happened? Is Mollie feeling better?"

A series of questions made Clare's head spin.

Seeing Old Mrs. Hipps getting anxious, Clare reassured her. "Mom, Sylvia is handling it. Mollie can be discharged today. Don't worry; I believe Sylvia can manage."

"That's good to hear. It's best if you can come back for the President's banquet. If not, your dad and I will go," Old Mrs. Hipps said, though she still felt uneasy.

"What exactly happened? Just tell me."

"It's... a murder case," Clare decided it was better to be straightforward to prevent Old Mrs. Hipps from worrying more.

"A murder case? How could Sylvia get involved in such a case in Aettosa?" Old Mrs. Hipps grew more concerned. "If necessary, I can send some family members who understand the law to help."

"No need, Mom. Sylvia has people here too. Just wait for news. If we can resolve it quickly, we'll come back," Clare comforted Old Mrs. Hipps before hanging up.

Mollie walked in with the doctor's report and saw Clare looking troubled. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom wants us to return to Aettosa tomorrow," Clare said, glancing at the report. "No issues; we can proceed with the discharge."

Mollie smiled playfully. "All thanks to Sylvia. If she hadn't come, I'd probably still be in a coma!"

"Let's go home first. I'll handle the discharge paperwork; you wait here."

Clare kissed her forehead and left.

He immediately called Sylvia to inform her about the President's recognition banquet.

Sylvia chuckled softly. "He's taking advantage of my absence from Aettosa."

Clare was surprised by Sylvia's insight. "Sylvia... you mean?"

"Franklin is the so-called recognized son of the President. So, hosting this banquet means they've investigated me," Sylvia said coolly. "No worries, I'll show him what a surprise really is."

"You... plan to return tomorrow? What about things here?" Clare asked, his heart racing.