His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 332

Suri dared not to disturb Elvis. She knew all too well how much resentment he held against her and this family.

Despite her genuine love and efforts for this family, and her sincere love for Emeric and his children, she was always viewed by his son as the interloper who disrupted his father's monogamy. After her came Myra and Aviana.

Would Emeric have had so many women if she hadn't intervened?

The proverb "the early bird catches the worm" seemed to apply in a negative way here. Being the first to step forward brought about the most criticism and pressure, along with a heavy sense of guilt.

"I shouldn't delay this matter. I'll call Chasel right now."

For anything Evadne asked of her, Suri would always make it a priority to resolve. So, she grabbed her phone and made a call to her nephew.

After a few rings, a young and vibrant voice answered from the other end, surprisingly full of boyish charm. "Aunt Suri, I've missed you!"

"Chasel, have you been too busy lately to give your aunt a call? Have you been out partying and forgotten all about me?" Suri pretended to be annoyed.

"No way! I could never forget about you, Aunt Suri. Especially when you're such a beauty." Chasel responded with such sweet words.

Evadne raised her eyebrows in amusement.

The way Chasel spoke to Suri reminded her of the charming and mischievous hero from one of her favorite novels.

"Chasel, you're not a young boy anymore. When you were younger, I could've complimented you on your charm, but now it's starting to come off as a bit sleazy." Suri laughed and teased him.

"Sleazy? I'm only twenty-seven! How could I be sleazy? Men only start being sleazy when they hit thirty."

Chasel laughed and teased back, "If I remember correctly, all of my older cousins have reached the age of sleaziness, haven't they? Aunt Suri, you've been around too many sleazy men. Maybe you should come visit me to get a breath of fresh air with a young, handsome and gallant man like me!"

Evadne had heard enough and was fuming. How could Chasel be so distasteful and annoying, like a fart in a crowded elevator?

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Suri cleared her throat, hesitated for a moment, and then said seriously, "Chasel, the real reason I called you is because I need a favor."

"Just tell me what you need, Aunt Suri. No need to use the word 'favor'."

Suri paused for a moment before whispering, "Could you come back for a while? I have a patient here who suffered a severe blow to the head a few days ago and nearly lost his life. He's stable now after a craniotomy, but he's left with some serious after-effects. Chasel, you're a talented neurosurgeon. Could you come back and take a look at him for me?"

"Who is this patient of yours?" Chasel asked.

Suri looked at the anxious Evadne and said, "I'll introduce you when you get here."

"Look, Aunt Suri, you know my rules. Before I see a patient, I need to know their identity and background. Otherwise, I won't take the case." Chasel refused to give in.

Suri had no choice but to tell him, "His name is Thaddeus. He's a very important friend of Evadne's."

"Thaddeus? The CEO of the Abernathy Group, Thaddeus?" Chasel's tone suddenly became serious.

"Yes."

"Aunt Suri, I have things to attend to. Goodbye."

"Wait, Chasel! Listen to me!"

"There's nothing to say, Aunt Suri. You know my rules. I went to a foreign country to develop my career in a foreign land without relatives and support because I don't like the privileged face of the domestic medical industry that only plutocrats follow. When I was working in the hospital, I watched helplessly as a poor couple knelt at the door of the dean's office, begging for a heart that should have belonged to their daughter! But do you know who the heart that was supposed to be transplanted to their daughter was finally given to? The son of Mr. Bartley in Elmsworth! And that poor girl finally left this world in pain because she couldn't wait for the next donor! "

Chasel's indignation, every word like a knife, also made Evadne extremely worried.

She was also a doctor. Of course, she felt his pain.

"Chasel, I can understand your mood."

Chasel didn't give her a chance to explain, "I don't want to treat the rich and powerful. They can afford any doctor they want. I might even do more harm than good. It's better if you find someone else." Without waiting for Suri's response, Chasel hung up the phone.

"Evadne, I'm sorry. My nephew won't even listen to his parents, and I'm at a loss too." Suri sighed in frustration.

Evadne held back her tears, smiled weakly and comforted Suri, "Don't blame yourself, Suri. This isn't your fault. You tried your best. I'll figure something out."

Back in her room, Evadne pondered for a while before dialing Elvis's number.

"Missed me, Evadne?" Elvis's voice was a bit labored, but his tone was still affectionate.

"Elvis, are you busy?" Evadne asked with concern.

"Just finished my regular training. Don't worry. What's up?"

"Elvis, you're in the National Intelligence Agency, right? So, it would be quite easy for you to investigate someone in the country, right?"

"Well, it's not exactly easy, but I guess you could say it's pretty straightforward." Elvis boasted, just like Arnold.

"That's great."