His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 567

Evadne watched as Thaddeus‘ face darkened, like a bright moon plummeting into a chilly, secluded pond.

Beneath his crisp suit, his broad shoulders trembled ever so slightly, his eyes reddened with suppressed rage. He seemed like a volcano on the verge of eruption, his fierce emotions ready to spill over at any moment.

Evadne squeezed his hand, silently urging him to keep his cool.

It wasn’t that she fancied herself a saint or wanted to see some trite, happy–family drama unfold. If the timing was right, she’d gladly step in and give Frederic a piece of her mind on behalf of her partner.

But having a spat in a graveyard, especially in front of Thaddeus‘ late mother, was not only undignified but also somewhat disrespectful to the departed.

It would only upset Cynthia more.

“I sure didn’t expect you to visit your mother today. You should’ve told me earlier; we could’ve come together.”

Frederic’s voice carried the weight of paternal authority, his tone relatively mild. “I think that’s a sight your mother would’ve wanted to see.”

“A sight my mother wanted to see?”

Thaddeus stared at him coldly, his voice laced with scorn and resentment. “Are you joking with me, Frederic?”

“Thaddeus, what are you saying?” Frederic’s brows knitted in disapproval.-

“As her husband, you neglected her when she was alive and suffering from severe depression. After she passed, you didn’t even bother to send someone to clean her grave. In twenty years, you’ve visited her less than the groundskeepers here. And now you have the audacity to say she wanted to see you?”

Thaddeus shook his head in disbelief, his laughter tinged with fury. “Frederic, even if my mother was once your wife, even if she loved you, your shamelessness should have a limit!”

Evadne’s heart raced with anxiety. Were they going to come to blows?

Should she intervene?

But Thaddeus was voicing her own thoughts, and she didn’t want to stop him. She thought he should lay into his father even more, to wake up the arrogant, shameless old man!

Let them fight. She could take on the bodyguards with a single punch!

Frederic, seething with rage, his face reddening visibly, had his dignity hanging by a thread.

Dennis and the bodyguards stood silent, sweating bullets for Thaddeus.

“Dennis, hand me the flowers.” With outsiders present, Frederic tried to maintain decorum, suppressing his rage with an icy command.

Dennis quickly handed over a bunch of white chrysanthemums with due reverence.

them, his expression somber,

form blocked his path, snatching the bouquet and hurling it to

Everyone shuddered.

bulged with fury. “Thaddeus! What

I nor my mother welcome

man’s face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t need your hollow sympathies, and you have no right to stand before

crushed

handsome face, his noble composure crumbling. “Thaddeus! You ungrateful wretch! If I were truly insincere, then why did I go against everyone’s advice and bring you and your mother from the slums back to the Abernathy family under tremendous pressure? If it weren’t for me, you both would have perished in that filthy place! Have you forgotten how sick your mother was? She couldn’t afford medical treatment, couldn’t even feed you! If not for me, how could she have recovered? How would you

as an observer, felt her heart seared by these words,

wasn’t speaking as a husband or a father to his son.

condescending philanthropist, a self–righteous

– “you and I are not from the same world. It was I who

sense of superiority was even more infuriating and

I’ve done you the favor of raising you! Without me, where would you be? How dare you be

back to the Abernathy family? If not for that, would you even remember that a poor woman carrying your child

“I owe my success to

of control, his arm swinging towards Thaddeus‘ face in a fit of rage.

unmoved, his stunning eyes

as crowd gasped-

in his wrist, his face

grabbing Frederic’s wrist and tightening her grip

Aberna Dennis and bodyguards, pale with fear, rushed to

remained as impassive as the cool moonlight, not blinking an eye, much less loosening her

associated with the fairer sex was nowhere to be found on her, she was bristling like a cornered cat, all for

stood behind her,

the mettle of this heir apparent. “Ms. Evadne, I’m disciplining my own son. What business is it

you, I may be

eyes narrowed, his heart pounding wild like a horse galloping across the plains.

term just

was learned and astute. She knew full well what “family” meant, didn’t

if you’re about to raise a hand to Thaddeus, I’ll be the first to stop you. If you won’t cherish him, I will. And even if I weren’t here,”

Thaddeus‘ mother, “Wouldn’t the late Mrs. Winter feel pain? To witness such violence in her presence, it’s unbecoming for someone who prides themselves as

light, dismissive tone, she struck at the heart of the