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.”

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

this day next year. So... just let me stay with

trunk of a tree, Evadne felt a dull

snow-white hair, dressed in plain, worn clothes. Her eyes were

have the nerve to visit

forward protectively, wary and ready to defend Hamilton,

hard

"I've been carrying this guilt for years. Nora worked for our family. She was diligent, bright, and

face. “After the accident, our family couldn't escape blame, no matter how much time has passed. I've never

say again... I'm so

hands, he bowed deeply

was just an accident, would you be sneaking around here, paying secret visits to my child's grave?

murdered-by

a thunderclap. Her eyes

Abernathy family, and

loss, but you need evidence for accusations like that. Otherwise, we'll

said nothing, his lips pressed in a thin, mournful

right away—what evidence could possibly be left? Your family used its power to cover everything up, just to protect your deranged eldest son. You bribed and threatened us, took my

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