After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

While Sylvia, Larro, and Franklin were on their way back to the Hipps family, the Hipps family had already become a bustling hive of activity.

"Is Miss's room ready? It should be the largest one upstairs, with the best lighting. Make sure all the furniture and bedding are top-notch, you hear?" Old Mrs. Hipps cheerfully instructed the butler. Her usually stern face now wore a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The butler hurriedly responded, "Everything will be of the highest quality, no neglecting Miss."

Word has it that the real Miss has been found, and the paternity test has been done three times. There won't be any mistakes this time.

The whole family was in high spirits. Since the big incident that happened to the Hipps family last year, all their relatives had moved to the Hipps Residence to live together, aiming for unity and liveliness. The biggest taboo in a large family is hidden agendas and power struggles.

However, at least for now, such situations had not arisen.

These collateral relatives relied on the Hipps family for survival, so they didn't dare to cause trouble or make mischief. Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps turned a blind eye to their antics.

The collateral Misses considered themselves as part of the Hipps family and always held themselves high.

But now, they all received the notice that the real Miss had returned.

The Misses were currently gathered together for afternoon tea, dressed in fashionable and exquisite attire. They seemed like true noble ladies, but their words were filled with disdain and contempt for Sylvia, the unknown true Miss of the Hipps family.

As if they were the true aristocrats, and Sylvia was just a country girl from a small place.

In reality, they were all dependent on the Hipps family as collateral relatives. But the Hipps family didn't neglect them; they kept them well-groomed.

Each of them had servants attending to their needs and luxurious cars to ride in when going out.

Every month, the main Hipps residence would give them pocket money, like little parasites.

Those who had ambitions went out to work or found jobs in the Hipps family's company. Those without prospects relied on their pocket money to get by. After all, that pocket money was a dream income for many people outside.

It could fully support their extravagant lifestyles.

Previously, they were all on equal footing as collateral relatives, and they didn't feel any different. They were all called Miss Hipps when they went out. But now... the legitimate Miss had returned.

The Misses suddenly felt uncomfortable and resentful.

Why did that woman who came back from Larro have such a good life and become the true Miss of the Hipps family?

"Who knows? We'll see at tonight's banquet," said a woman with a pointed chin named Annika Hipps, her seductive eyes oozing allure.

A round-faced girl pouted and said, "I heard they did three paternity tests. How could it still be fake? If it's fake again... where would it leave the face of the Hipps family?"

She was Martha Hipps, with a round and smooth face, slightly yellowish skin compared to her sisters' fair complexions, giving her a somewhat rustic appearance.

Especially since she was wearing a floral dress, she exuded the air of a village belle even more.

"Who knows! We'll find out at the welcoming banquet," Maritza Hipps yawned and deliberately showed off her sparkling diamond ring on her right hand. "I'm a bit tired. I'll take a nap first. I won't entertain you sisters."

"I'm tired too. Let's go," Jaelynn Hipps stood up with great insight. "Old Mrs. Hipps has prepared a reception banquet tonight, so we mustn't embarrass our Hipps family."

In other words, they all had to dress up and not let themselves be overshadowed by that woman who came from a small place like Larro.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Jaelynn is right. Let's go back and rest quickly. A beauty sleep like hers cannot be missed," another sister agreed.

After hearing Jaelynn's words, everyone stood up and agreed. They all returned to their respective courtyards, leaving Maritza's lakeside cottage behind.

Each of their families lived in separate courtyards, with two-story villas filling each one.

The Hipps Residence was vast in size, with many courtyards scattered around, providing a pleasant living environment. So once these relatives moved into the Hipps Residence, they never wanted to leave again in their lifetime.

Their properties outside could be used for investment and making money.

Why not take advantage of it?

They weren't as foolish as Chaya and Niamh!

These sisters returned to their own courtyards without knowing what was happening inside the main residence.

Sylvia had arrived at the entrance of the Hipps Residence, covered in dust from her journey.

The butler excitedly reported to Old Mrs. Hipps, "They've arrived at the gate!"

"Really? Let's go out and greet them!" Old Mrs. Hipps put down her needlework and immediately stood up.

"Why bother with a welcome? The car can drive straight into the garage. Miss will be back with Master soon," the butler quickly reassured the old lady. "Don't worry; it won't take long."

Old Mr. Hipps also dropped his TV remote control and happily asked, "She's back? She's back?"

What's with this pounding heart?

"Sylvia has been to our house before. Why are you so nervous?" Old Mrs. Hipps seemed to be speaking to Old Mr. Hipps but also comforting herself.

As soon as she finished speaking, footsteps could be heard along with the sound of suitcases rolling.

Almost everyone craned their necks to look towards the entrance.

They saw a slender woman stepping over the threshold and walking in.

She pushed a rose gold suitcase in front of her, her face beautiful and her demeanor cool.

She exuded an aura that made people dare not approach her.

In Old Mrs. Hipps' eyes, there was only Sylvia. She took a step forward and couldn't help but call out softly, "Sylvia..."

"Grandma." Sylvia sweetly called Old Mrs. Hipps by her name. "Grandpa."

Upon hearing her voice, tears welled up in Old Mrs. Hipps' eyes. She turned her face away, and Old Mr. Hipps quickly supported her shoulder. "Sylvia's return is a joyous occasion. Why are you crying?"

Old Mrs. Hipps composed herself and wiped away her tears before looking at Sylvia again. "It's good that you're back! Are you tired? Go to your room quickly, take a shower, change your clothes, and rest."

Louis was amazed in his heart. He

still remembered when Sylvia fiercely stapped Skyla and Tammy's faces at the Hipps family's banquet. Now it turned out that Skyla and Tammy were fake while Sylvia was the real heiress.

Looking at the expressions of the people from the Hipps family now, they must be feeling regretful inside.

Who would have thought that the woman who had slapped the faces of both Skyla and Tammy that day would turn out to be their true heiress?

Truly unpredictable indeed!

Especially when the Hipps family encountered a disaster before, it was said that Sylvia and Franklin were behind clearing their name.

This Sylvia was truly an extraordinary woman!

The butler's mind was spinning as he led Sylvia to the bedroom with the best lighting in the second wing.

Opening the door, Sylvia stepped inside as fragmented sunlight poured into the room. The entire room was elegantly decorated with a low-key yet tasteful style.

Both furniture and daily necessities were top-notch quality.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow; it was evident that the people from the Hipps family sincerely cared for her.

The butler helped her with her

suitcase and smiled, "Miss, there are

new clothes chosen by Old Mrs.

Hipps in the wardrobe, as well as some skincare products and jewelry.

If there's anything lacking or not up to your expectations, please let me know so I can prepare them."

His tone was extremely respectful.

Sylvia nodded, "Thank you, this is more than enough." The butler respectfully exited and closed the door behind him.

Sylvia surveyed the room and then opened the wardrobe. Inside were rows of new clothes, almost all international brands with their labels intact The styles perfectly matched her usual fashion sense without any major discrepancies.

It seemed that Old Mrs. Hipps had good taste.

She noticed a drawer in the wardrobe; usually, such drawers were used for storing underwear. She pulled it open and indeed found it filled with brand new underwear as well as a jewelry box. Raising an eyebrow again, she saw that the jewelry box contained dazzling diamond sets-necklaces, bracelets, earrings-everything needed for daily wear.

Old Mrs. Hipps had thought of everything.

Sylvia couldn't help but smile and shake her head at this thoughtfulness.