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

don't even know if I'll live to see this day next year. So... just

behind the gnarled trunk of a tree, Evadne felt a dull ache

a middle-aged figure with snow-white hair, dressed in plain, worn clothes. Her eyes were bloodshot and fierce as

actually have the nerve

protectively, wary and ready to defend Hamilton, but the old

hard she thought it

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

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

to say again...

trembling hands, he

an accident, would you be sneaking around here, paying

was murdered-by your beloved

hit Evadne like a thunderclap. Her

family, and supposedly died in an accident. But now Mrs. Cooper

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 but to pursue legal

lips pressed in a

power to cover everything up, just to protect your deranged eldest son. You bribed

safe. Every night, I see my daughter in my dreams,