His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 821

Commissioned by Evadne, Chasel immediately tested the medication sent by Chad upon his return.

To their surprise, the drug was astonishingly effective. Aside from causing the patient to feel lethargic and sleepy, it posed no significant harm to the human body.

In the living room, Evadne examined the clear data on the lab report with a mix of emotions.

"What's this drug called?"

"I don't know," Chasel shook his head.

Evadne was taken aback.

"I don't know the name of this medicine, but its composition is almost identical to a treatment for mental illness developed a year ago by the National Biomedical Research Institute. However, that drug was only announced to the public and hasn't officially been released yet. I'm not sure if this is the one they developed."

Chasel sighed deeply, "Luckily, this medicine doesn't seem to have any serious issues and it's helping Marilla's condition. Otherwise, administering an unreleased drug to patients would seem a bit like using them as guinea pigs."

At that moment, a casual knock on the door echoed.

Evadne walked over and pulled open the door, her pupils suddenly contracting,

"Mr. Chad?"

There, sitting in a wheelchair, was Chad alone outside the door, gracing her with a smile as fresh as a spring breeze, as he looked up at Evadne.

"Ms. Evadne, I'm returning home tomorrow morning. May I have a word with you in private?"

On the balcony at the end of the hallway.

Evadne stood beside Chad, her radiant face bathed in golden twilight, as if she were an untouchable goddess.

Chad turned his handsome face toward her, his gaze deeply locked on hers.

"Mr. Chad, did you need something?" Evadne consciously avoided his eyes.

"I'm leaving tonight," Chad spoke in a soft, cultured tone.

"Safe travels."

"Before I go, I must fulfill a promise I made to you."

Evadne, puzzled, saw Chad open his palm before her, revealing three pills identical to the ones Marilla had been taking.

Before she could express her shock, Chad had already swallowed the pills whole. "As I said, I would take the medication with Marilla to assure you that there's nothing wrong with it."

Evadne's brows drew together gently, "I didn't say I didn't trust you. You didn't have to do this."

"A promise is a promise."

Chad's voice grew huskier, his pupils like layers of amber that could easily entrap one in his captivating gaze, "Besides, when it comes to Marilla's health, I can't afford to be careless. Don't forget, I'm the older brother to these kids."

"Thank you for the medication. Marilla's condition has improved significantly."

His heart pounded fiercely.

"What I want to see is a family where brothers support and cherish each other, not one consumed by underhanded tactics and jealousy, ending up like the Chambers family, torn apart by infighting. If one day, you do get better, Thaddeus and I will genuinely rejoice for you. If you want to compete for the position of heir, then please compete fairly with Thaddeus."

Evadne spoke her heart openly, her magnanimity echoing that of a true leader.

"Ms. Evadne, your feelings for Thaddeus are so sincere, it truly makes me envious," Chad said, his gaze unblinking and filled with a deep, tender yearning.

Evadne smiled gently, "As long as you offer sincerity, Mr. Chad, one day you too will find your happiness."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Chad's look was meaningful as he slowly turned his wheelchair, signaling his departure.

Thaddeus' eyes narrowed, and his tall figure swiftly ducked behind a wall.

His heartbeat was inexplicably intense.

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Evadne,"

Chad paused, turning back again, his voice tinged with concern, "While abroad, I also heard about your situation. Since then, I've been searching for a way to help you. Things were finally starting to look up. Not only had we found targeted medication, but I had also managed to secure an appointment with a highly esteemed gynecological professor. She was a big deal, having served as a private consultant to royalty and even First Ladies. She wasn't new to cases like this; she'd seen them more than once. Under her care, there was more than a 60% chance of recovery. It would be such a shame for someone as young and remarkable as you to lose the chance to become a mother."

At these words, Thaddeus felt his heavy heart being wrapped by a rough hemp rope, binding tighter with each coil, squeezing until it almost lost the ability to beat.

A hint of moist redness glimmered at the corners of his eyes as his well-defined hands trembled, clutching at the fabric of his shirt.