His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1340

The moment those bombshell words dropped, the other three brothers erupted in absolute outrage!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I only have one father, and that's Emeric Ashbourne!"

"Emeric might be a piece of work sometimes, but he's the only man I'll ever call Dad! Everyone else can go to hell! Damn it, just because his own son died doesn't mean he can just waltz in and steal someone else's! Has he completely lost his mind?!"

Amidst the furious cursing, Evadne noticed something.

Myra and Aviana's expressions carried a heavy, resigned solemnity.

It was clear they had known the inside story all along, yet they had chosen to bury this world-shattering secret deep in their hearts.

"Myra, Aviana, you knew about this a long time ago, didn't you?" Evadne's voice was raspy and anxious, her heart pounding heavily.

Aviana lowered her head. "We only knew the general outline... Suri was the only one who knew the entire story from beginning to end. After all, when your mother was alive, she was closest to Suri. They shared everything."

Myra spoke with a sorrowful expression. "Before your mother even came to the Ashbourne family, she was already pregnant. Emeric knew this perfectly well, but he didn't care in the slightest. He was absolutely determined to marry her.

"But make no mistake, Evadne—you are Emeric's biological daughter. There is absolutely no doubt about that."

Thaddeus gave a slight nod. "My investigation confirmed the same thing. I believe Chairman Emeric defied all odds to marry her so he could protect her. Given how dangerous her true identity was, the marriage served as the perfect cover. It was his deepest, most profound way of guarding her."

A dull ache throbbed in Evadne's chest.

While it was hard to digest, she finally understood why her father had married again and again despite clearly having the love of his life.

A truth she desperately didn't want to admit, yet had no choice but to accept:

The bright, innocent smiles of his children flashed through his mind one after another, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession.

His eyes turned red, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He might not remember many things, but the visceral agony—the feeling of having his heart brutally carved out of his chest—was completely real.

"You are incredibly pathetic."

Dylan fired back, completely unable to tolerate the disrespect any longer. His voice trembled with rage. "So what if you're the young masters' biological father?! Have you ever stopped to think about how agonizing the entire process was? From the pregnancy, to the delivery, to raising them into the men they are today? Were you present for a single second of it?! When the young masters were sick, it was our Chairman who stayed up all night, refusing to leave their bedside! It was our Chairman who attended their parent-teacher conferences and sports days, cherishing every moment with them! Our Chairman was there for every major milestone in their lives! In every way that matters—both in reality and by law—Chairman Emeric is their true father!

"And you, the so-called biological father? I doubt you even know when their birthdays are!"

Those words pierced ruthlessly into Benedict's chest, nearly shattering his aristocratic composure.