His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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.

“Yes, Mr. Abernathy.” Dennis quickly handed over a bunch of white chrysanthemums with due reverence.

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

before he could take a few steps, Thaddeus‘ imposing form blocked his path, snatching the bouquet and hurling it to the ground!

Everyone shuddered.

bulged with fury. “Thaddeus! What are

I nor my mother welcome you here.”

“She

that, he stepped forward and crushed the chrysanthemums under his foot.

son’s cold, handsome face, his noble composure crumbling. “Thaddeus! You ungrateful wretch! If I were truly insincere, then why did I go against everyone’s advice and bring you and your mother from the slums back to the Abernathy family under tremendous pressure? If it weren’t for me, you both would have

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by these words, her blood boiling

husband or a father to his

like a condescending philanthropist, a self–righteous capitalist!

reasonable, but they implied one thing – “you and 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

innate arrogance and sense of superiority was even more infuriating and humiliating than outright insults.

would you be? How dare you be so disrespectful, so rebellious in my presence?” Frederic

to the Abernathy family? If not for that, would you even remember

“I owe my

lost all pretense of control, his arm

his stunning eyes

Just as th

crowd gasped-

sharp pain in his wrist, his face contorting with the

agility, had swiftly stepped in front of Thaddeus, grabbing

“Mr. Aberna

Dennis and

fear,

as the cool moonlight, not blinking an eye,

to be found on her, she was bristling like a cornered cat, all for the love of her man.

answer to me!” Thaddeus stood behind

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

you, I may

wild like

that term just

astute. She knew full well what “family” meant,

about to raise a hand to Thaddeus, I’ll be the first to stop you. If you won’t cherish him, I will. And even if I

“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

her light, dismissive tone, she struck at the heart of

clenched so tight it seemed as if

she does too. But perhaps it’s

wouldn’t let him back down, “I cleared my schedule today