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.

Mr. Abernathy.” Dennis quickly handed over a bunch of white chrysanthemums with due

took them, his expression somber,

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

Everyone shuddered.

bulged with fury. “Thaddeus! What

my mother welcome you here.”

onto the stunned man’s face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t need your

he stepped forward and crushed the chrysanthemums under his foot.

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! 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

seared by these words, her blood boiling in her veins,

husband or a father to

condescending philanthropist, a

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 my

was even more infuriating and humiliating than outright insults.

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

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

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

control, his arm swinging towards Thaddeus‘ face in a

his stunning eyes

crowd

a sharp pain in his wrist, his

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

bodyguards, pale with fear,

as the cool moonlight, not blinking an

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

answer to me!” Thaddeus stood behind her,

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, spat out

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

heart pounding wild like a

use that term just to

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

first to stop you. If you won’t cherish him, I will. And even if I weren’t

eyes, filled 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 leader of the Abernathy Group, a paragon of the

her light, dismissive tone, she struck at