His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 627

Chapter 627

Evadne listened, her eyes brimming with tears, as Suri recounted the tale with a heavy heart.

Battered and barely clinging to life.

What kind of harrowing ordeal must her mother have endured to have nearly perished so far from home?

Thaddeus gripped Evadne’s trembling hand tighter, his voice laced with confusion. “Mrs. Ashbourne has been all alone in this foreign land for so many years, raising children for Mr. Emeric. Didn’t she ever reach out to her family, or visit her homeland even once?”

Suri shook her head, her gaze lowered. “Never. Not once. Emeric even went so far as to change her citizenship, gave her a new identity, so she could cut ties with her past completely.”

The more they heard, the deeper their bewilderment grew.

What could have happened to make Mrs. Ashbourne abandon her old life so completely?

With each word, Evadne’s curiosity about her mother’s past intensified.

“Evadne, that’s all I know. And over father has reminded us, more than once, not to tell you anything about your mother.”

Suri’s eyes pleaded as she took Evadne’s hand. “I don’t know why, but you must trust your father. He truly loves you and your mother. Everything he does, he does for you without a second thought. So please, let’s pretend this conversation never happened. Don’t ask your father about it, okay?”

Evadne’s heart swelled with a deep, unspoken love for her mother. But she didn’t want to make Suri uncomfortable, so she could only nod through her tears.

After a recent ordeal, Emeric’s health, which had just started to improve, was once again on shaky ground.

Chasel arrived just in time to perform a thorough check-up and administer the necessary medication, stabilizing Emeric’s condition.

Back in his office, Chasel slumped into his chair, utterly spent, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. As the lead physician, the pressure was immense.

was the father

his future father-in-law, and

weighing on him, Chasel sprawled across his desk, his lips puckering

back from the brink of death. Three sleep-deprived nights of standing until his legs. cramped up, both hungry and exhausted. And there

charmer, renowned for his conquests, now Chasel had taken a tumble for Cassius, tasting the bitterness of

eyes shimmering with resentment. “This is the last time. I swear it’s the

Knock, knock, knock-

sound of knocking interrupted

eyes with a tissue, blew his nose, and walked to the

it, Cassius’ striking visage greeted him. A gentle smile on his lips, his obsidian

“Chasel.”

fingers tightening around the

tenderness in his voice,

these past few days, huh? You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Cassius lifted the bag he was holding, shaking it slightly. “I remember you told me once that you avoid carbs, but when you’re really stressed and worn out, you treat yourself to fried

the thought, and despite his best efforts, he let

pride, barely giving Cassius a warm look, sitting down with a cold expression, resisting the urge

to save lives. I would do my utmost to save anyone, not just Mr. Emeric. President Ashbourne, you don’t need

you upset?” Cassius asked softly, ignoring Chasel’s

me,” Chasel

why the

heart raced, and he glanced inadvertently at the mirror on the

showed him biting his lip, his eyes red-rimmed, his nose tinged pink – the

silently, opening the boxes of fried chicken and setting them

with care, providing forks and

trouble these past few days,” Cassius said,

heart clenched, and he looked up into Cassius’ deep eyes.

eldest son, I have

a big bite of the chicken to hide

It’s

eat. “You need to

to bring ketchup. My favorite’s always plain chicken dipped

chicken, eyeing Cassius’ attire with a pleased curl of his lips. “Oh, you wore it, huh? Looks

it,” Cassius nodded

face filling Cassius’ vision. “So, what do you like more, that suit, or me?”

lashes, a charming vortex forming in his gaze, drawing Chasel in helplessly. “Is

yield answers he didn’t want to hear. So, in a fit of pique, he grabbed a drumstick and too ferocious bite.

I truly mean it this

heartfelt gratitude. “It’s not just me who owes you one, the wh

a bucket of fried chicken, are you?” Chasel said with feigned annoyance, although he

your price, anything you want,”

had Cassius finished speaking than Chasel seized his jaw, pressing his

Chasel’s domineering kiss tinged with resentment, clearly not willing

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