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

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

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

Everyone shuddered.

“Thaddeus!

mother welcome you here.”

face, each word deliberate. “She doesn’t need your hollow sympathies, and you have no

stepped forward and crushed the

family under tremendous pressure?

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

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

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 my world.”

sense of superiority was even more infuriating

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

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 woman carrying your child was wandering without a name or status, living in destitution?

chilling sneer, his mocking tone cutting deep. “I owe my success to

of control, his arm swinging towards Thaddeus‘ face

stunning eyes flashing

as crowd gasped-

his wrist, his face contorting

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

pale with fear, rushed to

moonlight, not blinking an eye, much less

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

behind her, an imposing figure,

heir apparent. “Ms. Evadne, I’m disciplining my own son. What business is it of an outsider like you?” Frederic,

distant, her lips curled slightly, “To you, I may

eyes narrowed, his heart pounding wild like

use that term just to be flippant?

knew full

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

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 aristocracy. Don’t you think it’s a bit

struck at the heart