His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1338

Emeric's dark, stagnant pupils violently constricted. It felt as though a needle had pierced the very core of his mind, sending fractures spider-webbing in every direction!

A heavy, agonizing ache seized his chest again. He let out a muffled groan, firmly clutching his cramping heart.

"Mr. Ashbourne!"

Dylan immediately rushed forward to support Emeric's trembling frame. He glared at Benedict, struggling to suppress his mounting fury. "Benedict, if you have something to say, I suggest you get straight to the point. Our Chairman just recovered; he does not have the energy to play games with you!"

"Then I'll speak plainly."

Benedict instantly dropped all pleasantries, a terrifying, indisputable imperial authority radiating from him. "I am here to reclaim my son. I intend to crown him as the heir to the throne."

Dylan's chest heaved violently, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white!

Mrs. Ashbourne had passed away just a few years after giving birth to Evadne. Back then, the boys were still just children. Chairman Emeric had played the role of both father and mother, pouring his blood, sweat, and tears into raising them. He had molded the young masters into kind, righteous, capable men. He had ruined his own health and broken his back ensuring their brilliant futures.

And this man? This man whose selfish desires forced Mrs. Ashbourne into a lifetime of exile? He knew perfectly well he had children with her, yet he had spent all these years sitting comfortably on his throne in a foreign country, playing deaf and dumb, completely ignoring their existence.

Now that his royal family was in crisis and on the verge of collapse, he suddenly remembered he had four sons.

What the hell was he thinking all those years ago?! Now that the fruit had ripened, he was swooping in to harvest it. This deadbeat father was shameless beyond comprehension!

"Your son... What do you mean, your son?"

Emeric panted heavily, his face growing paler by the second as sweat slid down his gaunt cheeks. "There are no sons of yours here. They... they are all my sons!"

He had lost his memory, but his love for his children was carved into his very bones.

Just like hearing the name "Dorothy Waverley" triggered an involuntary, agonizing heartbreak, hearing someone threaten to take his children triggered every paternal instinct in his body. He was instinctively fiercely protective of his cubs.

Yes, absolutely.

It didn't matter if Cassius, Arnold, Bennett, or Elvis were fully grown men with massive influence and power. In Emeric's eyes, they would always be the wailing infants he had first held in his arms; they would always be his little boys.

Even if he were reduced to dust and bones, he would still protect his children.

That was his fundamental instinct as a father.

Outside the study, Evadne arrived, out of breath and sweating profusely.

"Where's Dad?!"

"He's inside," Arnold said, his face etched with worry. "What exactly is going on that would alert the royal family? And why on earth is the Emperor in our house? This is too surreal to process!"

Everyone else felt equally baffled.

But the impossible was unfolding right before their eyes.

Evadne had a terrible premonition, her chest burning with anxiety. "Where are Debby and Darcy? With something this massive happening, shouldn't they have flown back from Helgen?!"

"Evadne!"

Evadne whipped her head around at the familiar voice, her eyes instantly lighting up. "Debby! Darcy!"

Debby and Darcy walked toward them, looking thoroughly exhausted from their travels.