His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 490

Thaddeus stared at the unfamiliar number flashing on his phone screen, momentarily immobilized. Not many people had his private number, and he never bothered with wrong numbers or cold calls. But this time, his heart inexplicably raced out of control.

Pressing the answer button, he brought the phone to his ear, “Hello?”

On the other end, the tumult of a storm mixed with static.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Usually, Thaddeus would’ve hung up by now. But today, he uncharacteristically waited for a reply.

“Thaddeus, it’s me.”

Evadne’s frail, soft voice came through in fits and starts, torn to shreds by the howling wind. Like a dagger, it pierced straight through the man’s heart.

“Evadne?!”

Thaddeus’s eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and joy as he shot to his feet, his breathing laced with an intense tremor. It was almost unbelievable to him that he was receiving a call from her.

“Thaddeus. I want to see you. I’m so tired,” Evadne’s fading voice was nearly imperceptible.

“Evadne, where are you?! I’ll come to you right away!” Thaddeus’s eyes reddened, a nameless agony churning within.

“I don’t know where I am.”

The woman on the other end couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, “I’ve walked so far. I can’t go on. My head’s spinning. I just want to sleep.”

“Evadne! Don’t sleep, please, stay awake!”

Thaddeus’s heart clenched, spasming wildly, “Don’t hang up. I’m tracing your call right now! Stay with me!”

Hamilton, overhearing, tensed with concern.

“Granddad Hamilton, I’m sorry.”

“Thaddeus, you don’t need to explain.”

With an understanding wave of his hand, Granddad urged, “Go now! Nothing is more important than finding llana!”

Gripping his phone, Thaddeus dashed out of the hospital room.

“You’ve got to find llana! Keep her safe!” Hamilton cried after him, tears in his eyes.

Thaddeus nodded heavily, his steps heavy. He got into his car, taking Gordon with him as they sped off into the stormy night towards Skyrim.

his men; a convoy of sleek black sedans raced behind Thaddeus’s lead, struggling to keep up

a car; he was piloting a jet on the

white–knuckled and pale, clutched the handle above the car door as if his life depended on it.

Mrs. Abernathy is crucial,

under the suit, convulsed uncontrollably, “Any second late, and Evadne might be in danger. How

his eyes shut tight,

still pinpoint Mrs. Abernathy’s location?!” Thaddeus’s voice hoarse,

can! About two kilometers

in panic,

for now was that Evadne’s phone had simply died and not that she had met some terrible situation.

hold on. I’m going to find you!”

the last known location. His men fanned out with flashlights,

shoes and pant legs caked in mud, but he didn’t care less, his eyes burning with anxious concern.

careful of the road!” Gordon followed, stumbling, his mind a

happened? Why was Mrs. Abernathy

drained of her last ounce of strength. She had taken one of their phones and pushed on through the rain. Fearing they might follow, she kept trekking forward instead of stopping for any short while, because she didn’t have any

her legs still moving in their quivery state unceasingly as if they were not hers anymore.

in a dilapidated gazebo at the foot of a hill. Only then did she dare to call

ticked by, Evadne huddled into a ball, her face buried in her arms, drifting to sleep

– the car accident, the dark red blood streaming down, begging

“Evadne!”

her haze, she thought she heard Thaddeus calling her, but

was enveloped by a warm embrace, a

is that you?” Evadne murmured faintly, her eyes

chest, his voice rough and barely

so pitifully, he felt as though his heart had burst open,

tears streamed down his cheeks, sinking into the delicate hollow of her shoulder. If tears were blood, the rivers would have surely run crimson

words slurred as she cried out, “Thaddeus, our baby’s gone! You must

his soul. Her words, sharp as knives, carved into his heart. His trembling hand rested on her forehead, the scorching heat sending shivers of dread

the hospital!” He stripped off his suit jacket to wrap her tightly and lifted her

arms.

were a feverish red, her words delirious, “Baby, our

It doesn’t matter

heart, you are my child. I will cherish you, love you, protect you. Having you is

Gordon’s face split

the car, Thaddeus discarded his soaked suit and wrapped the woman tightly in a blanket from the hospital, clutching her waist almost fiercely, his eyes

To the hospital,

“No.”

hand, “If we go to the hospital, my brothers will find me quickly. They’ll take me back. Thaddeus. I don’t want

running a high

just take some

that, Evadne closed her eyes again, slipping