His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 387

After a long, hot bath and a quick check on her post–surgery wounds, Glynnis was ready to indulge in a

glass of red wine.

“Linda? Linda!” Glynnis called out. The housemaid, Erica, immediately rushed in, “I’m here, Ms.

Glynnis.”

Ever since Evadne had assigned her the task of spying, Erica had been trying to get close to Elspeth

and Glynnis, trying to gain their trust. Although Elspeth was naturally suspicious and hard to win over,

Glynnis was a lot more naive and easier to approach.

So, Erica made herself indispensable to Glynnis, offering her unending support and assistance.

Otherwise, as a lower–class maid who had previously worked for Marilla, Erica would have been kicked

out of the Windermere Estate in no time by Glynnis.

“Go to the wine cellar and bring me a good bottle of wine.” Glynnis ordered, applying a face mask to

her now surgically–enhanced face. Erica nodded and quickly left to fulfill her task.

Glynnis then realized that she had left her phone in the movie room on the third floor. She couldn’t

survive a minute without it, so she had no choice but to retrieve it herself. As she was walking, she

suddenly saw a shadow pass by. She let out a gasp, almost dropping the mask from her face. A few

steps away, a pale woman with disheveled hair emerged from the dimly lit corridor.

Upon closer inspection, Glynnis let out a sigh of relief. “Mom, is that you?”

Elspeth, hunched over and wrapped in a cashmere coat, peered at Glynnis through her messy hair.

Glynnts was astounded to see her once sophisticated and elegant mother

in such a state.

Elspeth suddenly grabbed Glynnis‘ arm and dragged her back to the bedroom.

“Mom, what happened? My arm hurts, Mom!”

“Shut up! Be quiet!” Elspeth snapped, silencing Glynnis with a fierce glare.

Once they were back in the room, Elspeth looked around nervously before locking the door. “Mom,

what’s going on? What happened?” Glynnis asked anxiously.

Elspeth sat on the couch, still shivering despite the warm room. “Glynnis. I made a mistake tonight. I

said something I shouldn’t have/

“What? What did you say?” Glynnis was full of questions.

“I went for another cosmetic treatment tonight. Dr. Victor gave me an injection. He said it would make

me feel relaxed, better than the medication I had been taking.” Elspeth explained with a trembling

voice.

“I fell asleep after the injection. When I woke up, Dr. Victor asked me who Cynthia was!” Glynnis

gasped, goosebumps all over her body.

“Mom. What did you say? And who is this Dr. Victor? How could you say that?“”

The real cause of Thaddeus‘ mother’s death was not a secret to Glynnis. In a way, Elspeth was the one

who drove Cynthia to suicide!

Elspeth had cleverly manipulated Cynthia’s maid into replacing her depression medication, spread

rumors about Cynthia, and eventually drove Cynthia to jump off the building.

This was Elspeth’s proudest achievement, although she could never brag about it to anyone.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how much I said. I don’t know what I told him.” Elspeth admitted, her eyes

still unfocused and her voice shaky. “But Dr. Victor swore to me that he would keep everything

confidential. He won’t leak it out!”

“Mom! How could you be so naive! Dr. Victor is not your son, what if he spills it out? What if he

blackmails you later?” Glynnis exclaimed.

Just then, Glynnis heard a faint noise. She tiptoed towards her bedroom door and burst in, only to find

it empty. She let out a sigh of relief, her forehead covered in sweat.

What Elspeth had told her was too serious. If anyone had overheard, it would be the end for both of

them.

“He would never betray me! He works for me!” Elspeth shook her head vehemently, but deep down she

was far from confident.

But what could she do? She was now utterly dependent on Dr. Victor.

Whether emotionally or physically, she had developed a strong dependency on this man.

“Mom, I am your daughter. I would never hurt you. Listen to me.”

Glynnis sat back down next to Elspeth, grasping her icy hand, “You should avoid seeing Dr. Victor as

much as possible. He is definitely up to something! As for Cynthia’s death, that secret must be buried

with all who know about it! As long as he lives, he will always be a lethal threat to you!”

“No, it’s been almost twenty years. All the evidence is gone.”

Elspeth was shivering, a chill creeping up her spine as she nestled into Glynnis’s arms, “Unless that

wench Cynthia comes back from the dead to point at me, no one knows what really happened to that

wench Cynthia!”

“What about Acacia?”

“She’s nothing! Just an abandoned pawn! If she ever wants to return to Elmsworth, she has to keep her

mouth shut!”

Elspeth gradually calmed down, her rationality slowly regaining control, “By the way, that maid who I

bribed, the one who was always by Cynthia’s side, have you been keeping an eye on her all these

years?”

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“Yes, she’s been in R–town, running a small diner. She’s indebted to us. She would naturally keep the

secret.”

Glynnis’s gaze was gloomy. Though she held some resentment towards Elspeth, she understood the

concept of shared honor and disgrace. If Elspeth fell, her days in the Abernathy family would not be

pleasant. The entire Abernathy Group would fall into Thaddeus‘ hands and she probably wouldn’t even

have soup to drink!

Elspeth calmed down for a moment, letting Glynnis help her back to her room.

No sooner had they left the room when the closet door in the bedroom trembled open a crack.

Erica was shivering in the closet, clutching a bottle of red wine. Her face was pale from the shock, but

her eyes were red as if she had been crying.

What should she do?

Who should she tell first?

Mr. Thaddeus or Ms. Evadne?

Glynnis returned to her room after comforting Elspeth.

Remembering the chilling needle marks on Elspeth’s arm when she helped her change clothes,

Glynnis couldn’t help but shudder. Now that Frederic and Elspeth were rarely sharing a bed, especially

since the incident with Myra, their relationship had become even more strained.

Seeing Erica with a bottle of wine, Glynnis snatched the wine from her and went straight into her room,

slamming the door.

Erica stood there, her maid’s uniform soaked in cold sweat.

Back in her room, Glynnis had no mood for wine anymore.

Thinking about that Dr. Victor that Elspeth mentioned, she felt more and more fearful. She needed to

investigate him in private. Glynnis removed her dry mask, washed her face, took off her robe and

opened her wardrobe to change into her nightwear. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation. She was

sure that someone had been in her closet. The musty smell hit her like a wave.

She immediately took out her phone and opened a surveillance app.

Yes, that was right.

This foolish woman, Glynnis, had installed hidden cameras in her room!

When Glynnis saw that Erica had entered her room with the wine shortly after she left and had hidden

in her room and then in her closet, she screamed and dropped her phone.

So, that wench Erica heard all of her and Elspeth’s conversation, right?

Did she know about that sinful secret?

Glynnis was drenched in cold sweat, her teeth chattering as she paced around her room.

She picked up her phone and called Elspeth, her fingers trembling.

“What is it? I was about to sleep.” Elspeth asked lazily.

“Mom, we have a problem!”

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Glynnis huddled at the end of the bed, stammering, “Erica overheard our conversation! She was hiding

in my closet! My camera caught everything!”

She was on the verge of losing her cool on the other end of the line.

The other end of the phone was eerily quiet.

“Mom, Mom! Are you listening? What should we do now?”

“That maid cannot stay.”

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After a while, Elspeth finally replied, her voice icy, “Pretend as if nothing happened for now, don’t alert

her. Keep a close watch on her. When the time is right, make this little problem disappear from the face

of the earth!”

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Evadne was discharged from the hospital after recuperating.

On the day of her discharge, everyone from the Ashbourne family came, even the three ladies made

the trip from Skyrim, except for Elvis who didn’t want to meet Emeric. Seeing their beloved family

member looking so frail and devoid of her usual vivacity, the ladies, being women, were moved to

tears.

“My child. You’ve suffered.”

Myra, the most emotional of them all, held Evadne tightly in her–arms, tears swelling in her eyes, “It’s

our fault. We failed to protect you, I’m so sorry, my child.” “Apologies are due from my side, Myra.”

Evadne returned Myra’s hug, a bitter taste welling up within her. “Are you doing okay these days? Has

Emeric been treating you well? Buying you bags? Clothes? Jewelry? Emeric isn’t that stingy, is he?

Hasn’t he bought you anything?”

“Myra isn’t much for those things, but she did bring back quite a variety of gourmet ingredients and

local specialities. She’s planning to cook for you for an entire month, make soup to help you regain

your strength,” Aviana chuckled, wrapping her arm around Suri’s waist

“What? I’m not in confinement, nor have I broken any bones. It’s unnecessary!” Evadne waved her

hands in protest: She really wanted to taste Myra’s cooking, but she was also afraid of gaining weight!

How many rounds of kayaking would it take to burn those calories off!

Across the road at this moment.

Thaddeus stood alone in the chilling forest, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Evadne. He watched her

radiant face, lit up with a smile, his heated stare unable to be shifted. Hearing that she was being

discharged today, he had canceled an important meeting, rushing here at all costs.

But all he could do was stand silently, like a creature afraid of the light, watching the woman who once

belonged to him.

Before, she was his bedside companion.

Now, she was his distant dream.

Seeing Evadne’s beautiful face break into a long–missed smile, he thought of how she had screamed

at him that day, even striking him. Thaddeus clutched at his chest, trembling.

Pain, sharp and tearing, exploded from within his chest, wave after wave, as if it were literally tearing

his flesh and blood apart.

What had led him to this point? Who was to blame?

Acacia? Avery?

It seemed that he could only blame himself.

“Evadne, Evadne.”

Thaddeus lost himself for a moment, his body moving forward without his command, wanting to get

closer to her.

At that moment, another luxury car slowly approached from a distance, stopping in front of Evadne.

It was Emeric’s vehicle, a vintage Rolls–Royce, one of a kind in the country, quite the showstopper.

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Mr. Dylan was the first to step out, opening the rear car door.

Evadne thought it would be her father getting out of the car, but she was taken aback the next second.

The man who gracefully stepped out of the car, well–dressed and refined was Avery,