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.

face, her laughter. Even on his deathbed, the memories of the times they shared would bring a youthful smile to

lived a

live freely, not like me,

Their own happiness.

chose truly hers? What should I do? If you’re

a knock on the

barged in, her voice loud and clear, “Emeric, Suri, that wild filly from the Chambers family is here, causing a ruckus demanding to see you and Myra! I didn’t let her in. She’s out in the front yard

What does she

young woman showing up unannounced at our door late at night, treating the Ashbourne family home like a public market? Where are their manners?”

wanted, but she’s so drunk she can’t even speak straight. She keeps saying it has nothing to do with her, but who knows what she’s

rose swiftly, a chill in the air, “She thinks she can talk her way out

taken aback. “Suri, what exactly

Nydia was nearly compromised by Byron’s scheme, and that Miss Chambers played

in and get Nydia, but that witch Bertha and her cronies blocked the door, and they

Aviana gaped in disbelief,

past few days, but they never

yet, even then, he didn’t think of himself. 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 Jason. If that’s not

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

godson? I’ll give her a piece of my

off, the two ladies quickly

worth your time. You’re a man of high 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

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

with courtesy but eventually lost his patience. A firm shove

“Ah!”

legs gave out beneath her, and she ended up on her backside, her skirt flipped up

averted his eyes, not wanting to be cursed with

Just then-

water descended from above, drenching Bertha from head to toe, sending a chill to her

she almost threw up her last meal.

is this

it was enough to

howled to the heavens like an

her stride confident. “Looks like heaven itself can’t stand you, gave

glared, shivering as the

can’t a shower of sewage? Some folks just reap what they sow. Wouldn’t surprise me if one day they’re struck

lost her taste for the sharp tang

year’s batch of sauerkraut brine,

manure, but the idea of sullying her own doorstep over this lowlife seemed too much. So she held back.

as white as a sheet,

our doorstep. Mr. Ashbourne doesn’t even care to see your father anymore, let alone you. Beat it and save yourself from further embarrassment.” Aviana

herself and would gain nothing from the night’s events, Bertha spat on

Ashbourne estate in a

“I see.”

was suddenly in the clear and then, out of the blue,

Mr. Abernathy orchestrated it. He did it to avenge Nydia, to show the

softened as

him closely, sensing a slight