His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1227

In a hospital room across town, Suri kept a constant vigil by Hans’s bedside. On her phone, she, along with millions of others, watched the shocking events unfold at the Abernathy Group's press conference. When she saw her long-lost nephew, Chasel, suddenly appear to turn the tide for Thaddeus, presenting evidence piece by piece, she felt a surge of pride and emotion. But beneath it all, a quiet worry gnawed at her.

Even though the two boys never spoke of it, the whole family could see that they had broken up. Chasel’s abrupt departure for Country M had been a shock. He had only called her once to say he was safe, a brief, hurried conversation that ended too soon. Cassius was rarely home anymore, and when he did appear, he was a shadow of his former self, his handsome face drawn and his eyes dull, clouded by a sorrow that never seemed to lift.

Suri’s heart ached for both of them, wondering what could have happened. Now, Chasel was back to help Thaddeus, giving him and Cassius a chance to see each other again. She prayed they would use this opportunity to reconcile.

Just then, a knock came at the door. "Come in," she called.

The door opened, and Emeric’s trusted aide, Mr. Dylan, rushed in. "Suri, is there a problem—"

His words died in his throat as he saw the unconscious man in the bed. The resemblance to the late Hans Ashbourne was so striking that he flinched and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "My God… the likeness is uncanny. How is this possible?"

"It's not just a likeness. To me, they're… the same person." Suri’s eyes filled with tears, her trembling fingers gently tracing the sharp contours of Hans’s face. "Hubery is the son I carried for ten months. I would know him even if he were reduced to ashes… This is my Hubery. It is!"

Mr. Dylan had never seen Suri so distraught. "I understand how you feel," he said softly. "But Mr. Hans Ashbourne died in that plane crash. The rescue teams searched the sea for a month and found no survivors. The official report confirmed there were none."

The words were like a knife to Suri’s heart. She clutched Hans’s calloused hand as if it were a lifeline. Even after all these years, she remembered everything about Hubery. She remembered his hands—long, elegant fingers, knuckles smooth as jade. Nothing like the hands she held now, covered in dirt, calluses, scars, and blood. What had her son been through all these years? She couldn't bear to imagine.

Mr. Dylan stepped closer, studying the man’s face. "If he really is Mr. Hubery Ashbourne… how could he have survived a plane crash?"

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