The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 153

Following the old chief's impassioned cry, two strong young warriors stepped forward solemnly and forcefully pulled away the heavy red drape.

A wooden statue, roughly six feet tall, was instantly revealed in the morning light!

The statue was clearly the work of a master tribal carver. The style was rugged and abstract, yet it brimmed with a soul-stirring power. It depicted a tall female figure in a simple robe, her head bowed slightly. One hand reached downward, palm seemingly cradling something—perhaps a pill, perhaps a drop of water—in a posture full of comfort and giving. Her other hand rested gently against her chest, clutching an abstract symbol that looked both like a blooming rose and an entwined medical caduceus. The statue's face was carved with a serene, compassionate, and unwavering expression, and the dark gemstones embedded in the eyes seemed to come alive in the sunlight, flowing with the luster of wisdom and mercy.

"Ah!"

The moment the statue was unveiled, almost every local in the audience—from high-ranking ministers to spear-wielding warriors, from tribal elders in traditional garb to young servers—let out a low, awestruck gasp simultaneously. Many placed a hand over their hearts and bowed their heads deeply, while older women fell to their knees on the spot, clasping their hands in silent, tearful prayer.

Sebastian was stunned by the sudden, collective solemnity and raw emotion. He stared at the statue. Although the carving style was abstract, certain features... that tranquil aura, the slight curve of the pressed lips... gave him a strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity and a sudden jolt in his chest. Rose? A medical symbol? A female doctor revered as an "Angel" and savior of lives?

Not far behind him, he heard two women, seemingly representatives of a major European medical charity, whispering rapidly in German, their tone full of unbelievable admiration.

"God... so the legend of the 'Mara Plains Angel' is real! I always thought it was just local mythological exaggeration..."

The old chief's gaze turned eagerly, almost pleadingly, toward a relatively isolated section of seats behind the VIP area, near the scholars and observers. A few people sat there, looking travel-worn, as if they had just returned from fieldwork.

Every eye in the venue, including Sebastian's suddenly razor-sharp gaze, snapped to that exact spot.

Sebastian saw that among the people in outdoor gear, a figure was accepting a slip of paper from a staff member. She lowered her head slightly to look at the note, her side profile clear and serene in the morning light. She wore a simple khaki utility shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing pale but resilient forearms, paired with matching trousers and a pair of hiking boots dusted with dirt. Her long hair was tied back simply, exposing a smooth forehead and a graceful neck. Without a single piece of jewelry or a drop of makeup, she looked as clean and refreshing as the first breeze over the morning plains.

It was her. Evelyn Sullivan.