His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 502

Bertha, fueled by Avery’s provocation and a belly full of liquid courage, made her way to Skyrim in the dead of night.

Emeric was home that evening, with Dylan tending to his medications and Suri assisting in monitoring his blood pressure.

These past few days, Evadne had managed to send Emeric’s blood pressure through the roof. Yet, even as the formidable Chairman of the K Group, he couldn’t locate his elusive daughter.

Days slipped by, and his initial rage had subsided to mere worry for his daughter’s safety, his emotions gradually stabilizing.

He incessantly quizzed Cassius and the others for any news on Evadne, but they kept a tight lid on any information. After all, Cassius and Elvis knew that Emeric’s outbursts were born from a place of deep love and concern for Evadne. They figured that as long as Emeric was preoccupied with worry for her, his bitterness and hatred towards Thaddeus might be somewhat diverted.

“Emeric, I’m not trying to scare you, but you really need to take better care of yourself, Suri said as she packed away the blood pressure monitor, her brows knitted with concern. “You keep talking about being half in the grave, but I know you better than anyone. You want to live a long life, see your children happy and your grandchildren playing at your feet, to enjoy the fullness of your family. But if you keep neglecting your health like this, I’m afraid you might not see that day.”

Emeric’s response was to purse his lips, looking every bit the scolded boy.

ylan chuckled helplessly from the side.

Suri was the one person whose words could reach Emeric. Perhaps it was her commanding presence.

“I feel weaker by the day, and it’s all because of that damn girl Evadne! One of these days, she’ll be the death of me, then she can be all lovey–dovey with that cur Thaddeus every day, breeding a whole litter of…”

His rant was cut short as his heart clenched, and the words died on his lips.

The hushed study was enveloped in a sorrowful atmosphere.

“Emeric, please never speak such words in front of Evadne,” Suri’s voice grew stern. “You may be a lion outside, but don’t you dare bring that disrespect into this family. Otherwise, you’re nothing but a grumpy old man who’s lost his sense of decency.”

Emeric’s lips pressed into a thin line, his face etched with resistance.

“Evadne’s already suffering enough.”

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Suri’s eyes began to redden as she took a deep breath. “As her family, we should be supporting her. We shouldn’t be venting our own frustrations without considering her feelings, stabbing her in the heart. Emeric, I’ve been with you from the start, I’ve seen how Evadne has grown, how strong and sensible she’s been. She’s never asked you for anything, has she?”

Emeric’s face turned pale, the grip of his lips betraying his turmoil.

“She’s never asked you for anything, and now, all she wants is Thaddeus. Why can’t you just grant her that?” When Suri spoke these words, her own heart ached.

“She’s ruining herself for that boy! If I keep watching her waste away, am I even her father?” Emeric’s heart was softening, but his stubbornness was unyielding.

“But Evadne has never truly been happy until now.”

Suri’s voice broke with emotion. “It’s only when she’s with Thaddeus that I can see, truly see, that she’s happy from the bottom of her heart.”

“But,”

“Emeric, do you remember what Silvana told you on her deathbed?”

Emeric felt a shiver run down his spine, the memory electrifying him.

Of course, he remembered.

suffer brain damage, he would never forget her face, her laughter. Even on his deathbed, the memories of

a

hope my children, especially Evadne, can live freely, not like me, but have the power to chase their own

Their own happiness.

should I do? If you’re watching over

on the study

ruckus demanding to see you and Myra! I didn’t let her in. She’s out in the front yard causing a scene, reeking of booze like she’s

What does she want?” Emeric exhaled frustratedly.

late at night,

wanted, but she’s so drunk she can’t even speak straight. She keeps saying it has nothing to

Suri’s eyes narrowed as she rose swiftly, a chill in the air, “She thinks she can talk her way out of it because she believes Myra is soft–hearted and easy to manipulate? She

“Suri, what

the banquet the other day, Nydia was nearly compromised by Byron’s scheme,

blazed with a fury that could have ignited the very air around her. “Jason tried to rush in and get Nydia, but that witch Bertha and her cronies blocked the door, and they beat him to a pulp! His shoulder wound festered, and he

sight?” Emeric and Aviana gaped

eye bandaged in the past few days, but they

He and his friends, including Evelyn, risked everything to pull Nydia out of the lion’s den. No sooner had Byron whisked Nydia away than Bertha came out to block

Aviana clenched her fists so hard they cracked, itching to call Lionel again. This is absolutely despicable!” Emeric raged, his forehead throbbing with anger, as he grabbed an antique cup and hurled it against the wall. “The Chambers brood is nothing

dare that shameless wench bully my godson? I’ll give

storm off, the two ladies

standing; there’s no need to stoop to her level. She doesn’t even deserve your attention. Suri’s gaze was dark and solemn as she turned to Aviana, “Aviana, have the butler throw her out. We can’t let that filth

relentless, tugging at the butler like a fishwife, insisting on seeing Emeric and Myra.

with courtesy but eventually lost his patience. A

“Ah!”

she ended up on her backside, her skirt flipped up in

not wanting to be cursed with

Just then-

water descended from above, drenching Bertha

she almost threw up

this smell?”

was enough to make her

howled to the heavens like an

you to be out here causing such a scene?” Aviana emerged from the front door with her chin held high, her stride confident. “Looks like heaven itself can’t stand you, gave you a splash of water to sober up, shut your trap, and get back to where you came

did this!” Bertha glared, shivering as the cold wind bit

shower of sewage? Some folks just reap what they

for the sharp tang of

there it was, last year’s batch of sauerkraut brine, coming

actual manure, but the idea of sullying her own doorstep over this lowlife seemed

Oh.” Bertha turned as white as a

done. We could’ve taken you to task, but you should’ve stayed quietly in your hole instead of making a scene at our doorstep. Mr. Ashbourne doesn’t even care to see your father anymore, let alone you. Beat it and save yourself from

gain nothing from the night’s events, Bertha spat on the ground in fury.

estate in a smelly, defeated state, she trudged away.

“I see.”

the Chambers family was suddenly in the clear and then, out of the blue, the finger pointed at

show the Chambers that not one of our children can be trifled

expression softened as he pondered.

a slight shift in his attitude