His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 627

Evadne listened, her eyes brimming with tears, as Suri recounted the tale with a heavy heart.

Battered and barely clinging to life.

What kind of harrowing ordeal must her mother have endured to have nearly perished so far from home?

Thaddeus gripped Evadne's trembling hand tighter, his voice laced with confusion. "Mrs. Ashbourne has been all alone in this foreign land for so many years, raising children for Mr. Emeric. Didn't she ever reach out to her family, or visit her homeland even once?"

Suri shook her head, her gaze lowered. "Never. Not once. Emeric even went so far as to change her citizenship, gave her a new identity, so she could cut ties with her past completely."

The more they heard, the deeper their bewilderment grew.

What could have happened to make Mrs. Ashbourne abandon her old life so completely?

With each word, Evadne's curiosity about her mother's past intensified.

"Evadne, that's all I know. And over the years, your father has reminded us, more than once, not to tell you anything about your mother."

Suri's eyes pleaded as she took Evadne's hand. "I don't know why, but you must trust your father. He truly loves you and your mother. Everything he does, he does for you without a second thought. So please, let's pretend this conversation never happened. Don't ask your father about it, okay?"

Evadne's heart swelled with a deep, unspoken love for her mother. But she didn't want to make Suri uncomfortable, so she could only nod through her tears.

After a recent ordeal, Emeric's health, which had just started to improve, was once again on shaky ground.

Chasel arrived just in time to perform a thorough check-up and administer the necessary medication, stabilizing Emeric's condition.

Back in his office, Chasel slumped into his chair, utterly spent, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. As the lead physician, the pressure was immense.

After all, this was the father of the man he adored!

This was his first impression in front of his future father-in-law, and the pressure was crushing. Who could understand?

With these thoughts weighing on him, Chasel sprawled across his desk, his lips puckering in frustration.

Emeric's life had hung in the balance, and Chasel had fought tooth and nail to bring him back from the brink of death. Three sleep-deprived nights of standing until his legs cramped up, both hungry and exhausted. And there was Cassius, doting on his father but scarcely offering Chasel a word of comfort.

Once a charmer, renowned for his conquests, now Chasel had taken a tumble for Cassius, tasting the bitterness of unrequited affection for the first time.

"Cassius. I despise you!" Chasel fumed, nearly shattering the glass atop his desk with a slap, his eyes shimmering with resentment. "This is the last time. I swear it's the last time I help you! Next time, even if you beg, I won't."

Knock, knock, knock—

The sound of knocking interrupted his brooding.

Quickly, Chasel dabbed his eyes with a tissue, blew his nose, and walked to the door.

As he opened it, Cassius' striking visage greeted him. A gentle smile on his lips, his obsidian eyes glittered with a starry sheen.

"Chasel."

His heart skipped a beat, his fingers tightening around the door frame.

With such tenderness in his voice, Chasel's composure wavered.

"Been running ragged these past few days, huh? You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Cassius lifted the bag he was holding, shaking it slightly. "I remember you told me once that you avoid carbs, but when you're really stressed and worn out, you treat yourself to fried chicken. So here it is. I wasn't sure what flavor you'd like, so I got a few different ones."

Chasel's mouth watered at the thought, and despite his best efforts, he let Cassius in.

But he kept his pride, barely giving Cassius a warm look, sitting down with a cold expression, resisting the urge to gaze at him again.

"As a doctor, it's my duty to save lives. I would do my utmost to save anyone, not just Mr. Emeric. President Ashbourne, you don't need to be so formal."

"Are you upset?" Cassius asked softly, ignoring Chasel's coldness.

"Who's upset? Not me," Chasel fluttered his lashes.

"Then why the tears?"

Chasel's heart raced, and he glanced inadvertently at the mirror on the wall.

The reflection showed him biting his lip, his eyes red-rimmed, his nose tinged pink – the very picture of a wronged spouse!

Cassius chuckled silently, opening the boxes of fried chicken and setting them before Chasel with care, providing forks and napkins with thoughtful precision.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble these past few days," Cassius said, his voice husky with restraint.

Chasel's heart clenched, and he looked up into Cassius' deep eyes.

Cassius wiped his hands methodically with a napkin before sitting down beside him. "But you know, with the whole family here and my father ill, as the eldest son, I have to take care of him, comfort the family, and find time to steady the ship at the company. Chasel, it's not easy for me either. So, I apologize."

Chasel's emotions surged, and he took a big bite of the chicken to hide his feelings.

"Why apologize? It's so weird."

Cassius' smile deepened as he watched him eat. "You need to eat more; you've lost weight."