His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1024

Right now, he had to stay by Mr. Thaddeus’ side—come hell or high water, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Frederic, I swear, I’m at my wit’s end with you!”

Hamilton shuffled over to his son, his cheeks trembling with anger. “Let me make this crystal clear—so long as I’m around, no one lays a finger on Ilana! And if anyone disrespects her, they’ll have to answer to me.”

Frederic’s chest heaved with frustration. “Dad, seriously, you—”

“And besides,” Hamilton cut him off, voice steady and protective, “Thaddeus is awake now. That’s the end of it. If I catch you giving Ilana the stink eye again, don’t bother calling me your father!”

He shook his head, glaring. “A grown man, picking on a young lady just because you’re her elder? Real big of you, son.”

Hamilton didn’t slap Frederic, but Frederic felt his face burn all the same, as if the words had hit harder than any smack.

“Ilana, go on. Go check on Thaddeus,” Hamilton said, his gaze softening as he looked at the tear-stained Evadne.

Jason chimed in encouragingly, “Ms. Evadne, you’ve been waiting for Mr. Thaddeus to wake up, haven’t you? I’m sure he’s dying to see you too. Go ahead.”

Evadne’s fingers were red and cold as she made her way slowly to the hospital bed.

Thaddeus had lost a lot of weight during his coma—he looked worn and drawn, but somehow it made the sharp lines of his face stand out even more. His features were as striking as ever, though his once-bright eyes were dull and unreadable now.

He sat propped up against the pillows, silent, his gaze as deep and dark as the midnight sea.

“Thaddeus…” Evadne sat down at his bedside and barely got his name out before tears started streaming down her cheeks again.

Thaddeus turned his head, expressionless, staring at her as she cried.

The silence in the room was suffocating.

“Thank God… Mr. Thaddeus hasn’t lost his memory!” Gordon blurted, voice shaking with relief. He approached, anxious. “Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy’s here to see you!”

Frederic started to snap, but one sharp glare from Hamilton kept him quiet.

Thaddeus’s confused eyes drifted back to Evadne, her face etched with worry—the same face he’d once loved with all his heart.

“Evadne…” His lips parted, voice hoarse and rough, like someone learning to speak again.

“It’s me! It’s me, Thaddeus—I’m right here!” Evadne’s heart finally unclenched. She wrapped her trembling, tear-soaked hands gently around his battered one.

But in the next moment, she froze.

Thaddeus, brow furrowed, slowly pulled his hand away from her grasp—inch by inch, withdrawing into himself.