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 chrysanthemums with

his expression somber, and moved toward Cynthia’s tombstone.

before he could take a few steps, Thaddeus‘ imposing form blocked his path, snatching the bouquet and

Everyone shuddered.

with fury. “Thaddeus! What are

nor my mother welcome you

deliberate. “She doesn’t need your hollow

stepped forward and crushed the chrysanthemums under

with indignation, pointing at his son’s cold, 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!

words, her blood boiling in her veins, her fists clenching.

Frederic wasn’t speaking as a husband or a father to his

like a condescending philanthropist, a self–righteous

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

even more infuriating and humiliating than

would you be? How dare you be so disrespectful, so rebellious in my presence?” Frederic ranted, his eyes

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

tone cutting deep. “I owe my success to my grandfather’s nurturing and to my mother.”

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

his stunning eyes flashing with intense

crowd gasped-

pain in his wrist, his face contorting with the

graceful agility, had swiftly stepped in front of Thaddeus, grabbing Frederic’s wrist and tightening her grip as if to crush his

Dennis and bodyguards, pale with

as the cool moonlight, not blinking an eye, much less

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

behind her, an imposing

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 an outsider like you?” Frederic, fighting through his pain,

eyes were cool and distant, her lips curled slightly, “To you, I may be an

pounding wild like a horse galloping

that term just to be

knew full well what “family” meant, didn’t she?

the first to stop you.

violence in her presence, it’s unbecoming for someone who prides themselves as a leader of the Abernathy Group, a

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