His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 594

Nydia felt as if she'd plunged into an icy abyss, a hurricane of cold dread rising from her trembling chest. Her cheeks, once flushed with embarrassment, now drained of color, her pallor heartbreaking to behold.

She stared into Mrs. Dempsey's tear-filled eyes, seeing through the facade of her performance to the disdain she harbored within.

In the past, Nydia might have turned on her heel and fled to a lonely corner to wallow in self-pity and tears.

But this time, a reckless courage surged through her, a daring to confront the Dempsey clan head-on.

All she did was love Jason.

Was love a crime? Why should she bow to them?

If she ran now, tail between her legs, wouldn't she be admitting that Mrs. Dempsey's words were true?

“Ms. Nydia, did you understand what I've said?” Mrs. Dempsey maintained her frail demeanor, yet her tone was icy.

Jason's broad shoulders quivered, the veins in his neck bulging as if they might burst, “Why lash out at me? How can you, as an elder, say such things to the woman I love? What has Nydia done to deserve this?”

“Jason, how dare you speak to your mother like this! You're way out of line!” Dave finally lost his patience and scolded sharply.

This was a first for Dave, feeling both anger and astonishment.

Astonishment that his normally sensible and considerate youngest, for this woman, had turned against the family!

His wife's worries seemed justified; such a beautiful girl, adept at manipulating men's hearts, had shifted his son's nature. If she continued to influence him, Jason would sever ties with the family for good!

Mrs. Dempsey's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Nydia, “And what have I done? I merely shared some womanly insights with Nydia, which you wouldn't understand. Can you comprehend them? Ms. Nydia, you are the daughter of Chairman Emeric and Myra. Though not born to the main wife like Ms. Evadne, you too are his daughter, raised with a fine education, understanding, and reason. So I believe you grasp my intent. If you truly love Jason, you should let go. You wouldn't want him torn between love and family, nor see him live a life devoid of dignity, would you?”

Jason's head buzzed with rage, his vision blurring at the sight of the woman before him.

Was this the same nurturing mother who raised him?

Such obsessive possessiveness and control, when did her love become so twisted?

Dave's pupils contracted slightly.

He too thought his wife had gone too far, but without such measures, how would the Dempsey family save face? How would Jason cleanly break with this girl?

As Jason's forehead throbbed with anger, Nydia bravely met Mrs. Dempsey's hostile gaze, her voice calm and steady, “Mrs. Dempsey, I'm sorry, but I don't understand your point.”

The Dempseys' faces twisted in shock!

Even Jason was stunned, the normally gentle and timid woman standing her ground with unexpected strength.

“What did you say?” Mrs. Dempsey stiffened, taken aback by the young woman's boldness.

“Jason and I are truly in love. You pretend to be blind to this, trying to tear us apart. May I ask why?”

Nydia's eyes reddened as she took a deep breath.

These words had been bottled up too long, and now, with a welter of emotions, she couldn't hold back, “Though I love Jason deeply, I never intended to cling to him. Neither I nor my family would ever shame the Dempseys or be a burden. Moreover, you claim my sister has been using Jason, trampling his dignity, and that my family looks down on him. This is baseless. If it were true, my parents would never have approved of our relationship, and my father would not have accepted him as a godson.”

Mr. and Mrs. Dempsey were shocked—godson?

When did this happen, and why had Jason never mentioned it?

Cedric, seething with envy, regretted not forging a connection with the Ashbourne family himself. If only he had, he might now be living a life of privilege, possibly as the head of K Group's legal department.

“However, if your disdain stems from my mother being Myra, then I'm sorry for your shallow, opportunistic views,” Nydia's gentle gaze turned steely, her tone growing colder, “I cannot change my origins, nor do I wish to. I'm not ashamed of my mother. Her struggles and sacrifices are something you will never understand or experience. My mother is my pride. But I will not blame you for your disdain and mockery, because you are Jason's mother.”

Mrs. Dempsey's heart clenched, her cheeks burning with shame as if slapped by Nydia's words.

“But this should be the last time I hear such words from you.”

Jason watched Nydia's fearless expression, his heart pounding.

She had always been the quiet one, soft-spoken, like a delicate bunny sheltered in the palm of a hand.

At that moment, Nydia seemed to have suddenly matured, breaking through her own limitations, radiant and bold, even casting the shadow of a lady of high society.