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 chrysanthemums with due reverence.

his expression somber, and moved toward

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

Everyone shuddered.

with fury. “Thaddeus! What are you

nor my mother welcome you

as it locked onto the stunned man’s face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t

that, he stepped forward and crushed

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 be living this life of luxury

seared by these words, her blood boiling in her

husband or

a condescending philanthropist, a self–righteous capitalist!

It was I who mercifully pulled you from the squalid slums; it

superiority was even more

How dare you be so disrespectful, so rebellious in

to such lengths to bring me back to the Abernathy family? If not for that, would you even

in a chilling sneer, his mocking tone cutting deep. “I owe my

control, his arm

eyes flashing with intense hatred.

crowd gasped-

his wrist, his

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

bodyguards, pale with fear, rushed to

as impassive as the cool moonlight, not blinking

her, she

behind her, an imposing figure, his gaze

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

“To you, I may be an outsider. But to Thaddeus, I’m

heart pounding wild like a horse galloping

that term just to be flippant?

and astute. She knew full well

to raise a hand to Thaddeus, I’ll be the first to stop you. If you won’t cherish him, I will. And even

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

light, dismissive tone, she struck at the