His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 288

Evadne had just administered Thaddeus's medication when Mr. Murray stepped in.

"How are you holding up, Thaddeus?"

"Better, thanks to Evadne." Thaddeus said, his gaze tenderly falling on Evadne.

Evadne subtly shifted away from him.

Thaddeus was usually as emotionally unavailable as a seasoned monk, but now he was all charm and flirtation, seizing any opportunity to send her electrifying glances.

It was as if he was an old frying pan, she a fresh egg, and he was dousing her in oil.

"Evadne, I can't thank you enough."

Mr. Murray was about to bow in gratitude, but Evadne swiftly stepped in front of him, gently stopping him.

"Mr. Murray, you're too kind. It's my duty."

"Evadne, you're still so good to Mr. Thaddeus." Mr. Murray wasn't usually one to meddle, but now he couldn't help but play matchmaker.

"Don't get the wrong idea. My loyalty to Thaddeus is because he's important to his grandpa."

Evadne smiled, "Everything I do is for Grandpa."

Mr. Murray could only smile awkwardly.

Thaddeus, on the other hand, looked completely besotted, grinning with sheer delight.

He knew her sharp tongue all too well, but he also knew that her body or her lips, one of them was always truthful to him.

"Thaddeus, if you're feeling up to it, please head to the study. Frederic has something to discuss with you."

Thaddeus nodded slightly, "Alright."

Then he turned to Evadne, his voice a soft whisper, "Wait for me. I'll be back soon."

"Humph, who says I'm waiting for you? I'm leaving now, goodbye!"

Evadne brushed past him, her chin slightly raised in defiance.

There was an urge to reach out and grab her hand, to make her stay. But all he could do was watch her leave the room, his lips pursed together in silent desperation.

Seeing Thaddeus's desolation, Mr. Murray felt a mix of joy and regret.

"Do I look silly to you, Mr. Murray?" Thaddeus asked, his voice laced with self-deprecation.

Mr. Murray responded with a comforting smile, "Not at all, Thaddeus. I should congratulate you for finally seeing your true feelings. Both of you are single now, and there's still a chance. I hope you can love her the way she once loved you. She's a good girl, Thaddeus. Don't disappoint her again."

Then Mr. Murray bowed deeply to Thaddeus.

Thaddeus felt a lump in his throat, his lips trembling slightly as he forced back his tears, "Mr. Murray, do you think there's still a chance for me to win Evadne back?"

Mr. Murray paused for a moment, then responded, "The road ahead may be tough, Thaddeus, but no matter what, don't give up on Evadne."

Thaddeus walked alone into Hamilton's study.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Evadne's delicate figure emerged from around the staircase. She tiptoed to the study door, her eyes darting around before she pressed her ear against the door, her dark eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Inside the study, Hamilton was sitting on the couch, pouring a glass of warm water for his grandson.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Thaddeus took the glass with both hands, maintaining an air of dignity despite his illness.

"Thaddeus, are you still in pain from your wounds?" Hamilton asked, concern etched on his face.

"It's nothing serious. They are just superficial wounds."

Thaddeus, however, was feeling a bit uncomfortable. But he managed to conceal it well, laughing it off, "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'm not that weak. I am a soldier, after all."

"If you're not that weak, why didn't you fight back? Your father was clearly provoked by Elspeth. He had no right to lash out at you. Why didn't you take his whip and throw it back in Elspeth's face?" Hamilton's voice was filled with frustration.

Thaddeus glanced down at his reflection in the glass, remaining silent.

After a while, Hamilton's voice softened, "You're my grandson, Thaddeus. You're part of the Abernathy family. You don't still feel guilty towards the Abernathy family, do you?"

Thaddeus's brows furrowed slightly, his lips tightened.

When he was five years old, Thaddeus and his dying mother were living in a filthy slum, constantly being bullied and struggling to survive.

That night, a luxury car broke into their bleak world amidst a violent storm.

Their rundown house was leaking everywhere. The wooden door, barely functional, was easily pushed open by the man outside.

A young Thaddeus was sitting by his mother's bed, feeding her water. His father, Frederic, was young and handsome then, dressed in an expensive suit. He walked into the room, his luxury leather shoes spotless despite the storm.

At that time, Thaddeus looked at the man who seemed to have descended from the heavens, and amidst his shock, only one thought crossed his mind.

"Sir! Please save my mother!"

Frederic strode over to the bedside, and upon seeing the unconscious woman, his eyes filled with tears as he held her in his arms.

"Cynthia. I'm sorry, I've come too late. I've come for you and our son."

Thaddeus could never forget the day Frederic took his mother back to the Abernathy family, their love as deep as the ocean. Despite the pressure from the family and society, he had accepted Thaddeus, their illegitimate child.

He wondered, did Frederic truly love his mother?