His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1196

Thaddeus moved with astonishing speed, taking the stairs two or three at a time. Gordon had to jog to keep up.

As they reached the living room, Thaddeus saw Chad sitting alone in his wheelchair, poised and waiting. Their eyes met across the room, the tension palpable.

"Leaving so late, Thaddeus?" Chad asked, a faint smile on his lips.

Gordon hated him—hated his condescending, self-righteous act. He felt a burning urge to rush forward and kick the wheelchair over.

"Still awake so late?" Thaddeus retorted, his gaze cold. "It seems your half-crippled body can handle late nights quite well."

"You seem to be in a hurry, Thaddeus. Is something wrong? Do you need my help?" Chad ignored the jab, his smile unwavering.

"It's none of your business."

With that, Thaddeus strode past him like a gust of wind.

"Thaddeus, there are so many people, so many things that have nothing to do with you. Why do you insist on getting involved and causing trouble for yourself?" Chad's dark eyes followed him, the usual warmth gone, replaced by a cold, predatory glint—ruthless and cruel.

Thaddeus stopped short, a chill running down his spine. His dear brother never wasted a word. He could stir up chaos with a smile, unleash a storm without raising his voice. The man looked pristine from head to toe, but Thaddeus knew that beneath that elegant, false veneer was a rotting core, a soul devoured by filth and maggots.

Thaddeus narrowed his eyes, turned, and walked back to his brother.

*CRASH!*

Without warning, Thaddeus kicked the base of the wheelchair.

Chad's body lurched. He gripped the armrests tightly to keep from falling, but the effort left him looking flustered and pathetic.

Gordon cheered silently. *Serves him right!*

"I don't discriminate against the disabled, but I have no respect for someone who pretends to be crippled for sympathy." Thaddeus leaned in, his tall frame looming over his brother. He stared into Chad's pale face, his eyebrows raised in arrogant disdain. "Mr. Abernathy, if you are truly disabled, I wish you a speedy recovery. But if you're faking it, then I hope you spend the rest of your life in that chair."

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