His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 375

These words, not one foul.

To Evadne, it felt like a sharp dagger piercing through her, going in white, coming out red.

"Thaddeus, I've never trampled on your dignity. After the divorce, wasn't it you who shamelessly chased after me every single time?"

Evadne's eyes welled up with tears, yet she maintained a defiant smirk, attractive but heartbreaking, "You discarded your own dignity, and now you're blaming me. Have you lost your sense of shame?"

She shouldn't have come.

She shouldn't have given a damn about him!

Knowing this would happen, he should've been left to his own disaster!

Thaddeus' breath hitched, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over him causing his tall figure to wobble slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Whoosh!

Before she finished speaking, a small stone, with perfect aim, hit Thaddeus squarely on the back of his head!

Thaddeus winced in pain, his brows furrowing instantly.

At this moment, Chasel was already striding over, reaching to grab the collar of the man's shirt.

But Thaddeus was quick as lightning!

With a swift sidestep, Thaddeus let Chasel's attempt fall through, causing the latter to stumble forward a few steps. Tall and lanky as he was, his figure in that moment looked like a praying mantis with its claws out.

Evadne, originally still fuming, bit her lip to suppress a grin at Chasel's pathetic sight.

Titling his head, Thaddeus ran a hand over the back of his neck, his handsome face shadowed with an alluring touch of menace, "That's your level of a sneak attack?"

"I’m doing the sneak attack, but at least I'm better than you, who behaved like a hoodlum on this dark night!"

Chasel dusted himself off as he got up from the ground, still somewhat shaken by the man's earlier reaction, "You're divorced and still damn laying hands on her. Is this how the President of the Abernathy group would react?"

"What exactly is your relation to her?" Thaddeus glared at Chasel, his eyes full of menace.

This weak sniveling man would dare to attack him for Evadne's sake.

It was clear, he too held Evadne close to his heart.

As Chasel opened his mouth, unsure of how to introduce himself, Evadne interjected in a soft voice, "His name is Chasel Bright, a brain surgeon I brought over from overseas."

A brain surgeon?

Thaddeus immediately understood what she meant but remained silent.

"I came here this time, not for anything else, but for your illness." Evadne's gaze was steady as she looked at Thaddeus, devoid of any superfluous emotion, like a doctor studying her patient.

Such a distant look was infuriating for Thaddeus.

"I'm not sick." He responded coldly.

"There's no need to put on a brave face. Nobody knows better than you whether you're okay or not."

Evadne said seriously, "Last time, your head suffered a severe blow. Even though I performed surgery on you, the operation wasn't very successful. Now, when you become emotionally agitated, your body starts to tremble uncontrollably, and you lose control of your actions. In the long run, you'll start to experience hallucinations, fainting spells, and in severe cases, even paralysis. Do you really want to end up like that? Aren't you afraid of how heartbroken your grandpa will be when he finds out?"

Chasel looked at Evadne in disbelief.

Thaddeus' brain surgery was performed by her?! Unbelievable!

"Dr. Bright is a renowned brain specialist inland. I brought him to Elmsworth specifically to treat your post-operative symptoms."

"You should go back. I don't need it." Eyes downcast, Thaddeus refused immediately, without a second thought.

"Thaddeus, do you think I'm here to negotiate with you?" Evadne's eyes flashed.

"Do you think I'm here to negotiate with you, Evadne?"

Thaddeus locked eyes with her, his gaze as cold as ice, "My affairs have nothing to do with you. I don't need you to interfere."

"If you want to continue attending the cocktail party, then head to the banquet hall. If you're only here to talk about this, then take him and leave."

With that, Thaddeus turned around to leave without hesitation.

As if he and Evadne had never known each other.

"Asshole! Do you have a death wish?!" Evadne shouted at his retreating figure.

But the man didn't stop.

"Thaddeus! Stop right there! Thaddeus!"

The man's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Evadne stood dazedly on the spot, allowing the cold wind to assault her thin figure. She felt the chill seeping into her bones, permeating every inch of her body.

A profound sense of loss crawled up her legs, unavoidable.

"Once, someone offered me 10 million dollars to treat their illness, and I refused. Now, I've presented myself to Mr. Abernathy, and he didn't even give me a second glance. Huh."

Chasel leaned against a tree trunk, a smirk playing on his lips, "Should we say Mr. Abernathy a tough guy, or should we say he's a fool?"

"Fool." Evadne's eyes were red-rimmed.

"Yeah, I thought so too. Just didn't want to say it out loud."

Chasel quietly watched her slightly trembling figure, then softly asked, "Hey, are you still in love with him?"

Evadne's heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle; she clenched her fist, "What did you say?"

"I asked you, are you still in love with Thaddeus?"

"What's it to you?"

"You're still in love with him." Chasel's eyes curved in amusement, "The fact that you didn't answer directly is answer enough."

"Chasel, at this point, I might as well tell you."

Evadne slowly turned around to face him, speaking word by word, "I used to love him so much. I even thought that my heart could beat for him for an eternity. Even if he didn't love me, I could stay with him for a lifetime. But now, more than anything, I feel guilt towards him. I just don't want to owe him anything anymore."

With that, she gave a carefree laugh and waved her hand, striding forward, "Let it be. Let the past go with the wind."

Chasel's heart jolted, the smile on his lips gradually freezing.

He didn't believe in true love.

But if he did encounter it, he would respect it deeply.

Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot.

Dolores was hiding in the car, crying hysterically. Her mascara was smeared all over her face from her tears; it was a sight for sore eyes.