After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 996

Chapter 996

Clare found it very strange and eerie. "Sylvia... why have I never heard of this master of yours before? What did he teach you?"

After all, bringing back a dead person... it felt quite bizarre and unsettling.

Sylvia looked at him with a calm gaze. "Just some minor skills, nothing worth mentioning. You'll understand in time."

She had struggled to accept these metaphysical teachings herself.

She feared scaring the Hipps family, so she didn't plan to tell them directly for now.

She didn't want her arrival to disrupt the peaceful and harmonious life of the Hipps family.

After all... apart from seeing Master Newman embed that talisman into her body, she hadn't experienced anything else.

So, she didn't know how to explain the peculiarities and uniqueness of her master to them.

She might need a lot of practice.

Only then would she grasp the mysteries of this new skill she had learned.

Clare, hearing her response, didn't press further. He pondered for a moment and said, "Since your master taught you, and now that he has passed away, our Hipps family naturally has the duty to give him a proper burial. Don't worry, I'll find a good feng shui spot for him in Luk Treasure Cemetery."

Luk Treasure Cemetery was a public cemetery, and the plots there were not cheap.

But for the Hipps family and Sylvia, it was a trivial matter.

Sylvia nodded. "Thank you, Uncle. I'll pay for the plot; it shouldn't be on the Hipps family's account."

"Do we need to prepare a funeral?" Old Mrs. Hipps felt somewhat uneasy. If it had been anyone other than Sylvia...

Bringing back a dead person early in the morning would have surely made her faint.

Just thinking about it made her uncomfortable.

But then she remembered that this was Sylvia's master, and thought about Sylvia's stunning dance last night that had made Tristan's face turn green with envy.

Without this master, how could Sylvia be so outstanding and bring such pride to the Hipps family?

With this in mind, Old Mrs. Hipps felt less repulsed.

"My master lived a low-profile life, so it's best to bury him quietly, so he can rest in peace," Sylvia said as she saw the mortician had finished preparing Master Newman's body and went over for a final check.

Master Newman's dirty beard and hair had been cleaned, and his tattered clothes had been replaced with clean ones.

He didn't look too terrifying now.

Jaelynn watched Sylvia examining Master Newman beside the coffin and couldn't help but scream internally. That was a dead person! How could she dare to look for so long?

Was this for real?!

After ensuring everything was in order, Sylvia told the butler, "Seal the coffin."

The Hipps family quietly cremated Master Newman and later buried his ashes in Luk Treasure Cemetery.

Sylvia knelt before the tombstone and kowtowed three times to Master Newman's portrait.

"Master, rest assured. I, Sylvia, swear before you that I will never become an evil flower. I will punish the wicked and uphold justice, living up to your expectations."

After speaking, she kowtowed three more times before standing up.

As she descended the mountain, fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The cool raindrops hit her body, reminding her of the day Franklin's grandfather was buried... it was also raining like this.

She sighed, feeling as if it had been a long time ago.

So much had happened in the past two years.

As she walked, lost in thought, a sudden flash of insight struck her. If she mastered divination, could she find out if her mother was still alive?

Her master had once said that she had a sister who was still alive!

A sister who was alive!

Her breath quickened.

Did that mean her mother might also be alive?

She should have asked about her mother back then... but unfortunately, her master passed away before she could.

But in this vast world, where would she find her sister?

Feeling anxious, she reached the foot of the mountain and saw Clare standing by the car with a transparent umbrella waiting for her.

Seeing her, he immediately came over with the umbrella. "Sylvia, you're wet."

He feared Sylvia might have something secret to discuss with her master, so he didn't dare go up the mountain to fetch her.

Fortunately, it was just a light drizzle and not a heavy downpour.

Once in the car, he found an unopened disposable towel from the trunk. "Dry your hair."

"It's just a bit damp," Sylvia said but still took the towel to dry her hair.

Her heart warmed at Clare's concern. This long-lost familial affection was something she had never felt before as Sylvia.

She threw the towel into the car's trash bin.