His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 746

Glynnis' caustic remarks stripped Marilla's face of all color, her slender frame trembling even more violently. She clenched her eyes shut, mangling the small teddy bear in her grip.

It was the only way she could force herself not to recall those horrifying memories.

"So you can't snag a spot as Mrs. Fairhaven, but hey, looks like you might land a cozy spot with Mr. Bartley's son. Congrats in advance." Glynnis flipped her hair arrogantly - a clear mimic of Elspeth's flirtatious antics, “But sadly, I don’t have any wedding gift for you.”

Thaddeus' brows were knitted in anger, his eyes searing with crimson fury, "Say that one more time, and I'll make sure your right ear hears nothing ever again."

"Can't handle the truth? She's heading straight into the Bartley family's arms, and your scowling won't change a thing!"

Like a tiger Thaddeus advanced towards her with menacing steps.

Glynnis threw her hands up in dramatic despair, "Help! Dad! Save me! Thaddeus is out for blood!"

"Enough! What is all this racket?!" Frederic stood on the staircase, glaring down at the feuding pair, his voice thunderous.

"Dad! Thaddeus is going to hit me. He only knows how to hit women!"

Glynnis sobbed exaggeratedly, "He might as well just kill me!"

“That’s enough!” Frederic pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience worn thin by the shrill noise, "Dennis, take her to the airport, now!"

"Yes, Mr. Frederic Abernathy."

Dennis glanced coldly at Glynnis, "After you."

Gritting her teeth, Glynnis hauled her hefty suitcase towards the door. Frederic, not entirely heartless, commanded sternly, "Help her with that, will you?"

"Yes, sir," Dennis had to comply, lifting the suitcase.

"Thank you, Dad! Bye, Dad!" Glynnis put on a pitiful act as she bid her father farewell, but deep down, she harbored a sliver of hope.

Her father had always shown her mercy. She would be back!

With Glynnis gone, Thaddeus approached Frederic, struggling to suppress the turbulent rage within him, "Glynnis mentioned the Bartleys came proposing for Marilla. Is that true?"

Frederic looked down at him with disdain, "Of course."

His son's brows furrowed, "Mr. Bartley's son wants to marry Marilla? And you agreed?"

"The match is socially suitable, the Bartley family hold sway in politics, and I've met Mr. Bartley’s son -a gentleman of distinction, far superior to Jareth."

Frederic's lips curved mockingly, same gesture as what Thaddeus would usually do, "At the very least, His is not a womanizer. And his parents don't mind Marilla's illness. They're willing to accept her. Tell me, why would I refuse such an advantageous alliance?"

Marilla hid behind Thaddeus, her face pale, damp with sweat, tears welling up in her red eyes.

Back in school, Alston never hit or insulted her like Edith did, but the psychological shadows he inflicted were far worse than any physical torment.