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.

handed over a bunch of white

took them, his expression somber, and moved toward Cynthia’s

before he could take a few steps, Thaddeus‘ imposing form blocked his

Everyone shuddered.

fury. “Thaddeus! What

I nor my mother welcome

stunned man’s face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t

stepped forward and crushed the

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

an observer, felt her heart seared by these words, her blood boiling in her

husband

was acting like a condescending philanthropist,

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 entering

and sense of superiority was even more infuriating

be? How dare you be so disrespectful, so

the Abernathy family? If not for that, would you even remember that a poor woman carrying your child was wandering without a

tone cutting deep. “I owe my success

arm swinging towards Thaddeus‘ face in

his stunning eyes

as crowd

felt a sharp pain in his wrist, his face contorting

with her graceful agility, had swiftly stepped in front of Thaddeus, grabbing Frederic’s

pale with

moonlight, not blinking an eye, much less loosening her iron

with the fairer sex was nowhere to be found on her, she was bristling like a

me!” Thaddeus stood behind her, an imposing

left him, and it froze the challengers in their tracks, none daring to test the mettle of this heir apparent. “Ms. Evadne, I’m disciplining my own son. What business is it of

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

narrowed, his heart pounding wild like

term just to be

and astute. She knew full well what

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,”

the late Mrs. Winter feel pain? To witness such violence in her presence, it’s unbecoming for someone who prides themselves as a leader

she struck