His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1076

Gordon was fuming, but as much as he wanted to argue, he couldn’t—because every word she said was true.

Thaddeus’s eyelids fluttered almost imperceptibly. He pressed his lips into a thin, unreadable line.

“If either of you have doubts about the medicine, or about my sincerity toward Mr. Thaddeus, there’s an easy solution,” Alexia said, her voice calm and fearless. “Take these pills and have them tested. If there’s any issue, I’ll take them myself.”

She looked Gordon’s way with perfect composure. “And please, thank my brother for me.”

Thaddeus’s gaze lingered on Alexia, warm but distant. “I’ll take the medication,” he said quietly. “But I have business to attend to, Dr. Alexia. You can go now.”

“In that case, I won’t keep you any longer, Mr. Thaddeus. If you feel unwell, contact me right away.”

With that, Alexia turned and strode toward the door.

Just then, Thaddeus spoke, his voice low and steady. “Mr. Gordon, I’ll attend the charity event this weekend.”

Gordon’s face lit up with delight. “Excellent, Mr. Thaddeus! I’ll make the arrangements at once.”

Alexia shot Gordon a sly, sidelong glance, then swept out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Thaddeus’s handsome features hardened. He snatched up the pills from his desk and tossed them into the trash without a second thought.

“Mr. Thaddeus, you’ve finally come to your senses?!” Gordon was nearly overcome with joy. He’d been half afraid Thaddeus had been bewitched by that pale fox of a woman.

“My brother did save my life. That’s a fact. But that doesn’t mean I have to accept everything he gives me, no questions asked.”

Thaddeus gathered the files on his desk, forcing himself to steady his breath. The memory of his conversation with his brother on the roof flashed through his mind, sending a dull ache through his temples. He clenched the pen in his hand until his knuckles whitened.

*

In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived.

This year’s annual Elmsworth Charity Gala was unlike any before. Instead of being hosted by one or two wealthy families, it was now a joint effort by the city’s most influential dynasties, the local government, and a host of non-profits and community organizations.

These events were always a stage for the powerful to flaunt their generosity, polish their reputations, and showcase their influence.

Evadne fought to keep her composure, stifling the urge to rush to him. She walked toward the backyard at a measured pace. Even before she stepped outside, the sound of children’s laughter drifted through the air.

A moment later, she froze in the doorway, her heart, which had been racing uncontrollably, now sinking with sudden disappointment.

There, in the midst of a gentle, snowy landscape, Chad sat in his wheelchair, bundled in a black wool coat. He steered himself nimbly among the children, his face alight with joy as they kicked a soccer ball back and forth.

Though his body was confined, his movements were remarkably agile—there was no trace of awkwardness. In fact, he carried himself with a certain youthful, carefree grace.

“Careful, big brother!” a little boy called as Chad’s wheelchair slipped slightly on the icy ground. The child dashed over to steady him.

“Thank you, little man,” Chad said with a warm smile, reaching down to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Wow! Look, big brother—such a pretty lady!” the boy exclaimed, pointing toward Evadne.

Chad followed his gaze, his eyes brightening as he smiled. “Ms. Evadne—what a pleasant surprise.”