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.

a bunch of white

his expression somber, and

imposing form blocked his path, snatching the bouquet

Everyone shuddered.

eyes bulged with fury. “Thaddeus! What are

nor my mother welcome

gaze was icy as it locked onto the stunned man’s face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t need your hollow sympathies, and you have

and crushed the chrysanthemums under

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?

words, her blood boiling in her veins, her fists

husband or a father to

a condescending philanthropist,

they implied one thing – “you and I are not from the same world. It was I who mercifully pulled you from the squalid slums; it was I who allowed you the fortune of

superiority was even more infuriating and humiliating

Without me, where would you be? How dare you be so disrespectful, so rebellious in my presence?” Frederic ranted, his

I’d been a girl, would you have gone to such lengths to bring me back to the Abernathy family? If not for that, would you even remember that a poor

chilling sneer, his mocking tone cutting deep. “I owe my success to my grandfather’s nurturing and to my mother.”

control, his arm swinging towards

his stunning eyes flashing

crowd

his wrist, his face contorting with

swiftly stepped in front of Thaddeus, grabbing Frederic’s wrist and

bodyguards, pale with fear, rushed to

remained as impassive as the cool moonlight, not blinking

to be found on her, she was bristling like a cornered cat, all for the

Thaddeus stood behind her, an imposing figure, his gaze sharp as

none daring to test the mettle of this heir apparent. “Ms. Evadne, I’m disciplining

slightly, “To you, I may be an outsider. But to Thaddeus, I’m his family.” Family?

narrowed, his heart pounding wild like a

that term

learned and astute. She knew full well

to stop

with sorrow, flickered toward the gravestone of 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 a

dismissive tone, she struck at the heart of the matter.