After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 833

Chapter 833

She looked like an old lady who had just stepped off the stage of a rural theater. Her once exquisite makeup was gone, as was her elegant demeanor. The high heels she wore were probably stained with dirt, so now she wore disposable slippers provided by the hotel.

Her height had dropped about seven or eight centimeters and her body proportions had become somewhat distorted. She used to always wear high heels, and her long and slender legs made it hard to believe that this was the body of a woman in her forties or almost fifty.

Now... she looked average at best.

But it must be admitted that her facial features were quite good-looking. Even though she was getting older and wasn't wearing any makeup, she still looked pretty good. Her skin was well-maintained too.

However, Tyrell usually saw her looking glamorous even when they were at home together; she would wear luxurious silk pajamas even then! When did she ever dress so cheaply? Especially after seeing how disheveled she looked earlier--it left a deep impression on Tyrell--now seeing her look like an old lady selling vegetables on the street corner made him feel disgusted for a moment.

But he managed to suppress it and stiffly said, "Let's go." He didn't hold Mrs. Maskelyne's hand as he used to do before, but instead walked ahead with an indifferent expression.

Mrs. Maskelyne's outstretched hand froze halfway through its motion; she couldn't react for a moment. Everyone could see how loving they used to be towards each other, including Franklin, Sylvia, and many others who knew about their strong bond. But now...

Mrs. Maskelyne felt suffocated in her heart but didn't directly ask Tyrell anything; instead, she followed him silently. The group of black-clothed men, along with reporters, also followed them down two elevators. Sylvia and Franklin happily returned to their room, while Jasper yawned tiredly after watching such drama for so long. He could finally rest now.

A large group of people got into several police cars, which then roared towards the police station. Tyrell contacted his subordinates who had been sent undercover in Franklin & Sylvia's room. "Did you get it?"

His subordinate quickly replied, "No, I searched every inch of the room, but there is no trace of that painting."

Tyrell's chest began to ache again. "How is that possible? Franklin and Sylvia were outside the whole time, Franklin was in a bathrobe and Sylvia was wearing casual clothes, there was nowhere for them to hide the painting. How is it not there?"

The henchman looked embarrassed as he searched countless times. He searched until he felt dizzy, but still couldn't find the painting. The room wasn't that big either, yet he even went into Jasper's room to search and still found nothing.

"I even checked Jasper's room, there really isn't that painting," he said.

Tyrell became angry with him. "Useless!"

He squinted his eyes and looked at Mrs. Maskelyne again but the police were in the car with them so he didn't dare say anything directly to her. Instead, Tyrell sent her a message on Facebook. "Honey, do you have the painting?"

Mrs. Maskelyne heard her phone beep and after seeing Tyrell's message she frowned slightly. "How could I possibly have it?"

Tyrell turned pale with anger; this idiot hadn't even bothered to check? "You were in the room for so long just taking a shower?"

Mrs. Maskelyne retorted angrily, "I smell horrible! I've been taking showers this whole time! Do you think I would run out naked looking for a painting?"

She was also deeply upset because when they got into the car earlier, Tyrell didn't help her as he usually did, which further fueled her anger.

Now, she felt disheartened to hear Tyrell's aggressive tone, seemingly without any concern or care for her feelings or what she had been through earlier in the day.

"How did you talk when we got married? You promised me that you would treat me well forever! Take care of me! But all I did was make one mistake and now you don't comfort me or care about me anymore! You're disgusted by me too, aren't you? Do you think I can't see it?"

Mrs. Maskelyne unleashed all her pent-up frustration towards Tyrell, venting about Sylvia's past bullying, as well as everything else that had been bothering her since they got married years ago. This included the burden of taking care of Franklin despite his outrageous behavior, which ultimately led to the tragic loss of their two daughters.

She couldn't hold back anymore and let everything come pouring out.

Mrs. Maskelyne vented and spewed venomous words at him relentlessly, even mentioning their two daughters who had passed away years ago.

"How did Makena die?" he asked coldly. "Have you already forgotten? And now, here we are, arguing over the loss of our two daughters!"

"She was killed by Franklin!" Tyrell quickly replied to Mrs. Maskelyne in the police car, arguing furiously on Facebook.

Their fingers tapped away at their phone keyboards as they typed.