His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 561

The chill of the night air, fraught with a tension as thick as molasses, wove through the space between them like an unwelcome specter.

Avery’s heart plunged the moment he saw his beloved Evadne standing with Thaddeus, the joy of her presence crashing down. around him, shattering like fragile glass.

“Evadne, my dear, you’ve come?” Mrs. Chambers‘ eyes sparkled with a tender gleam, and she looked as if she would rise from her wheelchair to embrace the girl if only her legs would allow it.

It was curious how Mrs. Chambers, whose memory often faltered when it came to her own son, never failed to recognize Evadne’s striking beauty. Her affection was a poorly kept secret, transparent as glass.

“Mrs. Chambers, good to see you,” Evadne greeted, bowing her head in polite deference.

Thaddeus wrapped a protective arm around Evadne’s waist, his gaze sharp and unyielding as a blade of ice, vigilant of Avery’s every move.

“Evadne, who is this?” Mrs. Chambers asked, bewildered by Thaddeus‘ stoic expression, clutching the hem of Avery’s shirt for

reassurance.

the moment with a smile. “Evadne, what a coincidence to bump into

he acted as though Thaddeus wasn’t even there. –

mood to travel?” Evadne’s voice was sharp as frosted crystal, unwilling to mince words with Avery in front of Mrs. Chambers. “You know the darkness you’ve conjured, the blood on your hands better than anyone else. With Eden still at large, Cassius and Thaddeus‘ vendettas unavenged, how could I

lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze loaded with a love as

what is Evadne talking about? I don’t understand,” Mrs. Chambers

normal that you don’t understand, as I’m equally perplexed,” Avery reassured, hands gently massaging his mother’s shoulders, his angelic features belying the venom within. “Evadne, who’s Eden? I don’t know the man. And what trouble have Cassius and Thaddeus found themselves in? Is there anything I

Thaddeus, a tempest swirling in his chest at the memory of he and Cassius’s near–fatal encounter

was Avery, the puppet master of it all, feigning

a

hand trembling on her waist,

heavy, longing to avenge her brother and Thaddeus, to breathe relief to Debby and her husband far away in Helgen. But this was not the time for trivial verbal victories. She sought a reckoning, Avery’s comeuppance,

leave now?” Mrs. Chambers whispered, her frail body curled slightly, asking

son’s care leaving her fragile as a leaf. Although autumn was nigh in Elmsworth, the chill of early morning and evening had