His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 531

Spinning on their heels, they were met with a sight that tugged at their heartstrings.

"Nydia? My gosh, it's you!"

Evadne's eyes lit up with joy as she released the man's hand and hurried over to her sister, who stood forlornly by the roadside. She wrapped Nydia in a warm embrace that spoke volumes of their bond.

"How long have you been waiting? Why didn't you come in? Alva's inside. She knows you and would've let you in. Why stand out here all alone?"

"Sorry for just showing up, Evadne, didn't mean to interrupt you and your hubby," Nydia's voice trembled, always so tender, it was almost heartbreaking.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you have any idea how much I've missed you, how often you've crossed my mind?" Evadne chided gently, pinching Nydia's soft cheeks with affectionate fingers. "Just the other day, my husband was saying once he's done with this busy patch, we should all go out, have some fun. Heck, a world tour is on the table!"

At these words, Thaddeus was taken aback for a moment, but soon a warm feeling swelled in his chest, his smile softening as he chuckled quietly.

Although Nydia had long accepted him as part of the family, hearing his status confirmed so emphatically by Evadne was a whole different level of happiness and contentment.

With a mischievous arch of her brow, Evadne teased, "Besides, it's all on him. He's the big spender with a no-limit black card. Might as well take this chance to add a little something to your wedding gifts."

Thaddeus smiled indulgently, a mix of helplessness and affection in his eyes.

Evadne, so generous with others, yet so calculating with him. Sure, he had a black card, but so did Evadne and her brothers. They could probably play poker with them. Still, it seemed the expenses would be his.

But Thaddeus wouldn't have it any other way.

What's money for if not to be spent by one's wife?

"What wedding gifts. Evadne, you're teasing me again," Nydia blushed, her shy demeanor delicate as an untouched gem.

"No joke, I'm dead serious. You and Jason will have to set a date sooner or later. Marriage is a quick affair once it's on track. It's best to be prepared early."

At this, Nydia's lips tightened ever so slightly, a fleeting shadow of worry crossing her features.

"Huh? You came by yourself? Jason didn't come with you?" Evadne asked, surprised.

"I came to see you behind his back, didn't tell him." Nydia's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her words trailing off.

Sensing her hesitation, Thaddeus softly suggested, "Evadne, Nydia's come a long way to talk. Let's go inside."

"Ah, look at me, so excited I forgot my manners," Evadne said, laughing at herself as she led her sister inside by the arm.

Alva was overjoyed to see Evadne's little sister and went above and beyond to make her feel welcome, bustling about with fruit and tea.

Nydia held the steaming cup of coffee, sitting stiffly on the sofa, not taking a sip.

Thaddeus watched with a mix of concern and affection. As daughters of the Emeric family, Nydia's lot in life was starkly different from her sister's, who was lavished with attention and love. The failed alliance with the Chambers family was evidence enough of the lack of control the Ashbourne children had over their own lives, except, it seemed, for Evadne.

"Nydia, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?" Thaddeus asked with genuine concern as he took a seat next to Evadne.

She shook her head slightly, her posture shrinking.

"Nydia, what's the trouble? Is it the Dempsey family causing issues again? Or is Emeric spouting nonsense?" Evadne held her sister's hand in hers, squeezing gently.

"Evadne. I'm worried about you."

Nydia's eyes brimmed with a bitter apology, "There are so many nasty comments about you online. It makes me so mad I can't sleep. I've been trying to reply to all the negative comments, but there are too many. I just can't keep up."

"Oh, is that all?" Evadne brushed it off with a hearty laugh, rubbing her sister's cool hands. "Silly girl, think of it this way. This just means I'm getting famous, bad press is still press, and that's all traffic! Lots of people would kill for that kind of attention.