After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 872

Queena lifted her head and looked at the woman, blood flowing continuously from her forehead. She

seemed to feel no pain, but the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

"Lucille."

Lucille shook her head, looking somewhat regretful at the beaten and bloody members of the Hipps

family. "Why bother? Do you really think such extreme methods can absolve you of guilt? That's too

naive!"

"My son did not commit any crime, and neither did my Hipps family!" Queena remained proud despite

being covered in blood. Though she wasn't as tall as Lucille, she stood straight with a strong backbone.

She raised her chin slightly, even though she was disheveled and battered. The Countess' aura was

still fully displayed by Queena.

Like a winter plum standing proudly in the cold winter month - unshaken by wind or ice.

Lucille despised this detestable arrogance that ran through all members of Hipps family; whether it be

Madeleine back then or Clare now - they all had an inexplicable sense of pride and duty that came with

their status as nobles.

The more arrogant they were, the more glorious they felt; which only made Lucille want to destroy them

even more!

Destroy everything they held dear!

There seemed to be a wild beast roaring inside Lucille's heart constantly urging her on. Destroy

everything!

Madeleine - Hipps family's genius - didn't she fall? Didn't she disappear? And never come back again?

Ha ha ha...

The Hipps family is just like Madeleine back then; once glorious but now gone forever!

Never coming back again!

Lucille chuckled softly; Her beautiful face looked so gentle yet so charmingly wicked at the same time.

Looking at these miserable members of Hipps family gave her indescribable pleasure deep down

inside.

Queena's pale lips trembled slightly as she stared intently at Lucille for what seemed like an eternity

before feeling a chill run down her spine from behind.

"Secretary Lucille," said Queena firmly while standing outside the gates of the presidential house with

unwavering determination written across every inch on her face.

"Just because we are currently defeated doesn't mean we will always be defeated. Others may think

that our family has been nailed to shame pole but let me tell everyone here today - NO! NO! My family

is innocent!"

She glanced at Lucille and walked towards the tall and elegant woman. "When I was on the battlefield,

the Secretary of State wasn't even born yet!"

Lucille narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"

This old lady was spouting nonsense, even though it was already too late for the Hipps family to make

a comeback.

How dare she be so arrogant!

Queena sneered and pulled out a dagger from somewhere. "I know that the Secretary of State is busy

with official duties, so you don't have time to stop me, an old lady."

The dagger glinted coldly as it pressed against Queena's neck.

"So if you continue to obstruct me, I'll die in front of you immediately."

Lucille's face instantly turned dark. Her beautiful face under the sunlight had a hazy glow with a layer of

cold light surrounding it.

If this old lady died in front of her, her image as a national goddess...

Her lips were red like fire as she spoke softly. "Please show some restraint, Queena."

Did Queena really think that Lucille would be scared by her suicide threat?

Queena looked at Lucille blocking her way and made up her mind. She raised the dagger high and

prepared to stab herself in the neck.

Just then - bang! A stone hit Queena's hand holding onto the dagger hard enough that it fell onto

ground with a loud clatter before rolling several times before coming to rest on its side.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe what they saw.

Lucille suddenly looked up with an icy glare in her eyes. "Who? Who dares play tricks here?"

"I save whoever I want to save; is there something wrong with that?" A clear voice came from behind a

dark corner on one side.

Everyone saw a tall woman slowly walking out into view where sunlight shone upon them revealing

their pretty face.

After seeing clearly who she was looking at Sylvia's appearance caused Lucille's pupils shrink into

needle-like points.

Sylvia!

What was she doing here?

Sylvia wore all black clothing which showed off slender white neck skin; black clothes contrasted

sharply against fair skin making everything look very eye-catching.

A tall man stepped out slowly behind Sylvia; he wore all-black suit which showed off his extraordinary

handsomeness.

Franklin!

The man stood with one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping over Lucille. His eyes were icy cold as

he slowly withdrew a token from his pocket and raised it up. "Can we go in now?" he asked.

Lucille suppressed her surprise and smiled faintly, a hint of contempt barely perceptible in her

expression. "I never expected to see that token in Mr. Maskelyne's possession," she said. "It seems I

am not doing my job as Secretary of State very well."

The handsome man's lips curved into a slight smile. "There are many things the Secretary of State

doesn't know about," he said.

With that, he strode forward towards Queena, assuring her that the Hipps family had been wronged

and she needed not to worry.

Glancing at his watch - it was half past eleven - he declared confidently that they still had time before

noon to make their move on the Presidential House.

Sylvia watched him walk away for several moments before turning back to Lucille.

She couldn't believe that this man possessed the token representing the President's trusted person;

she had always assumed they were completely open with each other and held no secrets between

them.

But clearly there was more going on than she realized. Anyone holding such a token could come and

go from the Presidential House at will.

After hearing news of Clare's impending execution earlier today, Sylvia had rushed over to Hipps

manor with him only to find it empty; naturally, she knew then that they must have headed straight for

the Presidential palace instead.

Now Franklin was inside while Lucille surveyed all those gathered outside including members of Hipps

family before finally locking eyes with Sylvia herself.

"Miss Andrews," Lucille began coolly after scanning everyone present once more, "you are quite an

interesting person indeed! No matter what is happening or whether you're involved or not... you always

seem eager to stick your nose where it doesn't belong! Don't you ever fear walking alone at night?

What if you run into ghosts?"

Sylvia arched an eyebrow slightly as she listened but couldn't help smiling inwardly at how ridiculous

this sounded coming from someone like Lucille who seemed fearless herself despite any potential

danger lurking around every corner.

"If even Lucille isn't afraid," Sylvia replied calmly after some thoughtfulness passed across her face

briefly but disappeared just as quickly again behind her beautiful features; "then why should I be?"

Lucille ran her fingers through her hair lightly while taking a deep breath inward, trying hard not let this

girl get under skin too much anymore than necessary given recent events which made everything feel

so much worse than usual somehow...

Sylvia really knew how to push people's buttons!

Who did this little tramp think she was anyway?

Just some lowlife piece of trash who didn't deserve anything good in life!

How dare someone like her compare themselves against someone like Lucille?

She shouldn't have given Sylvia a chance to live back then... That's why this little bitch is so arrogant

and brazen now...

I'm too soft-hearted...

There are no benefits to being compassionate towards her.

She thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with a cold light. But Sylvia seemed oblivious to it all as she

calmly glanced at Lucille before turning her attention to Queena's injuries.

Sylvia didn't quite understand why this woman was looking at her with such an odd and inexplicable Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

gaze. After all, this was the first time they had met and there was no animosity between them.

Queena hadn't expected Franklin and Sylvia to show up.

As she regained her composure, she grabbed Sylvia's hand in hers. "He said he has a way to save

Clare... is that true?"

Sylvia nodded firmly. "He isn't lying, neither am I."

Queena's eyes lit up with hope as she looked at Sylvia. "Really?"

"Really," replied Sylvia.

Queena closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face once more. "My Hipps family only has Clare

left... if he dies too, then how can I face my ancestors? My daughter Madeleine has been missing for so

many years now; we don't even know if it's alive or dead..." Updated at Draмąոоvels.cоm

Her head began spinning but Queena gritted her teeth determinedly; there was one thing that remained

constant in her heart - she would wait for news of Clare no matter what happened.

But he paid no heed as he stumbled over towards Queena before embracing tightly into his

arms."Honey," he said, "we must wait for our son... Hipps family cannot perish!"

Many members of Hipps family couldn't help but start sobbing quietly upon hearing these words

spoken by their patriarchs' lips which were usually so firm yet gentle.

A loud rumble echoed through the sky followed by raindrops falling heavily on them like buckets being

emptied out from above.

The previously sunny day had turned into one filled with dark clouds looming overhead threateningly

while lightning flashed across its surface every few seconds.

Meanwhile inside the President's office building atmosphere remained tense stifling almost suffocating

everyone present within its walls making breathing a difficult task.

The middle-aged man lifted his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him. He was tall

and handsome, with narrow eyes that showed no emotion as he gazed at him.

Outside the window, the rain fell heavily, tapping against the glass and leaving a winding mist on its

surface.

He clasped his hands together on top of the table as if holding back a great emotional upheaval.