His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1097

At Jason's words, Evadne's spine went rigid, her gaze turning dark and distant.

Jason, oblivious to the tension, kept talking. "If I were in his shoes, I'd have bribed the kidnappers myself-used them as a chance to get rid of that annoying little brother for good! That would've solved all his problems."

"Back then, Mr. Thaddeus was just the Abernathy family's unwanted bastard. If he'd died, not much would have come of it. The world would've just forgotten about him, given time."

The more Evadne thought about it, the more her heart raced. Her hand clenched around the car door handle.

Could it be true?

Was Chad really that calculating, even as a teenager?

She didn't want to dive headfirst into conspiracy theories, but two years ago, a similar doubt had crossed her mind.

How could a fifteen-year-old boy have rescued Thaddeus from the kidnappers' den? It was a feat not even most adults could pull off! For a kid, it sounded like pure fantasy.

And that kidnapper-Morgan-he was infamous, ruthless, a man with a reputation for blood on his hands. They called him "Morgan" on the streets, and he didn't think much of human life.

If Chad had managed to slip someone out from right under Morgan's nose, it wouldn't matter who you were not even Evadne herself would have made it back alive, let alone Chad returning safely to the Abernathy family.

thoughts, Evadne grabbed her

call connected. Before Arnold could even greet her, she blurted out, "Arnold, can you pull an old case file for me? I

ages, then she shows up with

just hand out case

it. That's not

case are

kidnapping of the Abernathy brothers. Twenty

you

it, okay? Tell me

then asked, "And Arnold, do

with reprieve. He behaved

do remember he had an accomplice got twenty-five years. With time off for good behavior...

her eyes, lost in

Hamilton lay in his hospital bed,

sat at his

Elmsworth this time," Hamilton said, his gaze heavy with hope as it landed on Thaddeus's somber face. If you secure that contract, even if I'm gone... no one will be able to shake your place in the

low, his warm hand wrapping firmly

frail one. “Grandpa, don't talk like that. You'll live to