His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1092

The sky was a bleak, washed-out gray. Sleet and biting wind lashed together, making the world seem even colder and more oppressive to Evadne.

An hour later, her grandfather's black sedan rolled to a stop outside Wye Cemetery.

The door opened, and Mr. Murray stepped out, holding an umbrella. He helped Hamilton, frail and shuffling, down from the car. The old man refused the wheelchair, insisting on walking into the cemetery on his own unsteady legs.

"Ms. Evadne, Wye Cemetery isn't exactly some prestigious resting place. It's mostly ordinary folks buried here. With Mr. Hamilton's wealth, would he really have any friends among them?" Jason watched Hamilton's stooped figure moving away, puzzlement written on his face. “And who could this person possibly be, that Mr. Hamilton would brave this kind of weather, refusing even his wheelchair, just to pay his respects? I'm getting more and more curious."

Evadne's gaze lingered on the bleak landscape outside, her expression unreadable. After a moment's hesitation, she slipped out of the car and quietly followed behind them.

She trailed them through the cemetery, unnoticed.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before her grandfather and Mr. Murray finally stopped in front of a headstone. They bowed low, then laid a bouquet of white daisies at its base.

Evadne hung back, too far away to read the name or see the photograph on the grave.

Most people visited graves in the morning, but her grandfather had chosen this cold, lonely afternoon. There was something odd about that.

"Mr. Frederic, the cold isn't good for your lungs. Let's go back," Mr. Murray said anxiously, stripping off his overcoat and draping it over the old man's shoulders.

Hamilton coughed, his voice little more than a whisper. "I'm all right.”

her smile forever bright. His voice was hoarse, ground down by guilt. "She was such a good child. I

see this day next year. So...

a tree, Evadne felt a dull ache twist in

with snow-white hair, dressed in plain, worn

spat. "You actually have the nerve to visit

stepped forward protectively, wary and ready to defend Hamilton,

so hard

Cooper," Hamilton said, his tone weighted with remorse. "I've been carrying this guilt for years. Nora

lines of regret etched deep in his face. “After the accident, our family couldn't escape blame, no matter how much time has passed. I've never been able to let go of

to say

trembling hands, he bowed deeply

her face. "If it was just an accident, would you be sneaking around here, paying secret visits to my child's grave? You know exactly how

murdered-by

like a thunderclap. Her eyes

for the Abernathy family, and supposedly died in an accident.

stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Mrs. Cooper! Mr. Frederic sympathizes with your loss, but you need evidence for accusations like that. Otherwise, we'll have no choice

nothing, his lips pressed

raw. "It's been twenty years! You had her body cremated right away—what evidence could possibly be left? Your family used its power to cover everything up, just to protect your

my grief and lived in hell, all to keep my family safe. Every night, I see