His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 804

"Madness, I get it, she was never quite right in the head. But excessive bleeding? What's that about?" Evadne nuzzled her lips obediently into the palm of the man's hand.

"They say she was laughing and cursing every day in the detention center, stopping anyone who'd listen, claiming she was an heiress of the Abernathy Group, that her father was the chairman. She took quite a beating in there, and the more they hit her, the more she seemed to thrive on it."

Thaddeus felt his heart soften at her docile behavior, his fingertips unconsciously grazing over her lips, now softened by a milky caress.

"Truly, a madwoman with aspirations as high as the sky," Evadne said with a cold smirk curling her crimson lips.

"Just the other night, Glynnis went off the deep end again, slashed her own wrist, smeared her blood on the face of a fellow inmate, and painted the cell walls with it. That's how she ended up bleeding too much."

"Perhaps she's half-mad, half-lucid-who knows. She still remembers she's got HIV, and she knows how to disgust and retaliate against others in such a vile way."

Evadne's eyes darkened, her gaze glittering with merciless coldness. "But madness works for me, I was wondering how to deal with her. If we went through the normal legal process, Glynnis would be charged with assault and face a few years at most. If she's insane, let her spend her life in a mental institution, clinging to her delusional dreams of heiress grandeur!"

Today was Barry's funeral.

The Fairhavens had been rocked by a shocking tragedy, a tale of blood turned against blood, and a world shattered overnight. All the misfortune had fallen squarely on the shoulders of Jareth.

But, with his efforts, the funeral proceeded smoothly.

Barry, a legend in his own time, had met with such a cruel fate, a fact that moved many to deep reflection.

Yet, even for such a figure, the number of business acquaintances and old comrades who came to his funeral was meager. The folks from the old days were known for their loyalty, never looking back, so despite the commercial world's cold shoulder, Barry's funeral was still a grand affair.

Jareth, Barry's grandson and now the head of the Fairhaven family, walked in the funeral procession, dressed in a simple black suit, holding his grandfather's portrait. His eyes were calm, his steps heavy with sorrow.

Under the shadow of such grief, one's expression often turns numb.

Before the funeral, speculative media had posted articles online predicting the downfall of the Fairhaven Group, doubting the capabilities of Jareth, the prodigal

son.

Luckily, the Ashbourne and Abernathy families were there to support him. Thaddeus and Evadne stood by Jareth, lending their presence and ensuring the new patriarch had enough respect.

Jareth was the only family member present, but he stood unafraid of criticism, his posture as unwavering as an old pine, his gaze sharp enough to deter any who wished to stir trouble.

The funeral hall was solemn and respectful. Friends and relatives brought wreaths and shed tears for the old man who had built the Fairhaven Group from scratch.

Evadne and Thaddeus stood aside, witnessing the somewhat lonely Frederic and feeling a spark of anger.

Evadne recalled attending a few grand funerals with her father when she was younger. Even with the Fairhaven family's standing, there were too few mourners.

Those fair-weather friends simply looked down on Jareth, convinced that this young master would only lead the Fairhaven family to ruin.

Just then, a series of footsteps echoed in the hall.

"The Chairman of the Chambers Group, Jeff, and President Avery Chambers have arrived!"

Evadne and Thaddeus' faces darkened.

Jareth's eyes turned red with a cold, piercing look fixed on Jeff and Avery as they approached.

From the moment Avery entered, his eyeing of Evadne was so intense it was as if his gaze was physically anchored to her, impossible to remove.

"Disgusting," Evadne muttered to herself, turning her gaze away in revulsion.

with a deadly stare, holding back his anger while clutching Evadne's soft hand in his own, his veins

on their intertwined hands.

of mourning, Avery's smile was particularly jarring

his fists clenched so

weren't for the need to let his grandfather rest in peace, he would have

"Mr. Fairhaven, my condolences."

a look of regret, extending his hand to Jareth. "Oh, you

gave Jeff a cold stare, his hand not moving an inch. "I don't

anger surging within him, but as the head of the Chambers family, he managed

for many years. Even if you didn't

grandfather possibly share with you, Mr. Jeff

his pale lips, forcing a smile. "Besides,

crowd gasped, their eyes darting to the Chambers

set Jeff's blood boiling, his face flushing red as he was about to retort, but Avery

your grandfather's funeral. The dead

the business world. It's just a motley crew, barely worthy of mention. The Chambers family attending to pay our respects is a kind gesture, Mr. Fairhaven. If you turn

bit her lip in frustration, itching to stride over and slap that smug grin

her waist, she might have actually

contained rage, his stomach twisting in knots. He was no coward, but this was his grandfather's funeral, the first major event he had to oversee since taking the helm of the Fairhaven family. If he let Avery's taunts provoke him now, it would only confirm the

he couldn't afford

as Jeff was smugly thinking his son had salvaged their pride, a robust voice rang out from

business world?

narrowed as he slowly turned around, adjusting his gold-rimmed

in surprise, looking towards

so hard it

"Emeric! It's Emeric Ashbourne!"

Ashbourne?" Thaddeus' handsome face

a group of people dressed in black suits entered the wake with

a man of regal bearing who captivated everyone's attention, was

And not just Emeric.

Aviana, Cassius, and Arnold were

the Ashbourne family to make a public appearance together. Their presence

Evadne's eyes welled up as she rushed to

into a slight smile, but he didn't approach to curry

not that old yet. I'm perfectly

concern but chided her. "You're making it look like I'm infirm, the

let go of her father's arm. "Why didn't you give me

to worry you unnecessarily. I thought with us

no need to drag your father all the way back from abroad. But he insisted

much you care for Dad," Evadne said, her heart settling as she

distinguished guests arrived, Jareth felt a surge

as he stepped

spoke, his voice was hoarse with raw

you

my boy, just call me Emeric.

gaze warm and

for help when you need it. Just tell me, and we

bit his lip, nodding

favor. His