His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 813 Thaddeus felt a piercing pain in his chest, clutching it as spasms shot through him. The burly man stood there, his tough exterior melting into a figure of utter dismay, a sight so heart-wrenching it could bring a tear to the eye.

Elvis bolted upright, his hand shooting out to grab Thaddeus' collar, his clear-cut eyes wide with frightening intensity.

"What the hell did you do to my little sis? Did you force her into skinky stuff last night?" "I didn't." "Didn't? Then why is she covered in bruises? Damn it, even if you're into that scene, you're supposed to be the one taking the hits!" Elvis' knuckles turned white with rage, buttons flying off Thaddeus' shirt as he nearly cnose to nose with him. "Evadne's been pampered and spoiled by us, her brothers, her whole life-she's delicate! And ever since she got mixed up with you, one bad thing after another. You had the nerve to hurt her even in bed? You strut around like skind of saint, but turn into a beast the moment the lights are off! If you love her like you claim, you should have been thinking about her, not just your own damn pleasure!" It was clear that Elvis was furiously livid.

Only Evadne could bring him to this state-cursing and losing all composure.

"Elvis." murmured Evadne, her voice groggy with fever as she struggled to open her eyes.

"I'm here, I'm here! I'm here!" Elvis shoved Thad, causing him to stagger, and then knelt by the bed, wiping the sweat from her brow with a trembling hand. "You're burning up! I could fry an egg on your forehead!" "You're so loud." With the last of her strength, Evadne flicked Elvis' forehead, "Patients need rest, you're intentionally lettingsuffer." Just then, Alva rushed in with fever-reducing medicine and a glass of water, pressing a digital thermometer to Mrs. Abernathy's forehead.

Beep- "Lord Almighty! This fever could kill cancer cells, and she's still conscious?" Alva, feeling sorry for Mrs. Abernathy, glared at Thaddeus and gave him a shove, pushing him like a wobbly statue, "Sir, you're clueless! With a fever like this, medicine won't cut it. Get her to the hospital before she's burnt to a crisp!" Thaddeus was filled with regret.

Driven by his possessive desires, he had hurt the one he loved most.

Thaddeus and Alva helped Evadne change, while Elvis turned his back in a huff, his broad shoulders shaking with anger.

Right then, Evadne seemed like a pliant little girl being dressed by others. Alva slipped a coat over her frail shoulders, and Thaddeus knelt to help her into her shoes.

Just as he was about to lift her, Elvis aggressively pushed him aside, not letting him touch her again.

"Evadne, I'll carry you," Elvis said, squatting down with his back to her.

"Elvis, let me. I don't want to burden you," Thaddeus said, his intentions pure. "You get lost." Thaddeus pressed his dry lips together, holding back a retort.

"When Evadne was sick as a kid, it was us, her brothers, who carried her to the hospital. When she couldn't sleep at night, we were the ones who comforted her," Elvis said as he hoisted his sister onto his back, his eyes red- rimmed. "When she was just a little girl and upset, she used to ride on my neck. Thaddeus, you say you love her, you spoil her, but I think you're far from enough. I'm starting to have doubts about leaving Evadne in your hands." It might have sounded exaggerated to some, but to a loving brother, it was nothing but the truth.

"I'm sorry." Thaddeus' complexion was ashen, his fingers clenched as he watched Elvis carry Evadne out.

In the car, Evadne, weakly insisted on sitting next to Thaddeus.

"Elvis, don't be mad at him. He's always so clumsy, especially in front of you guys, he gets as flustered as a cucumber." Evadne tugged at Elvis' sleeve, her delicate lashes fluttering, "Stop picking on him. I know he didn't mean it." "Evadne, you spoil him too much. Men can't be babied, or they turn into jerks!" Elvis was livid, but he bit back harsher words seeing her pleading look.

"It's my husband, who else should I spoil. It's nothing." Evadne's fevered lips curled softly, "Thaddeus' had a tough life. He's only just found a bit of sweetness with me, he's overwhelmed, that's all. I se, let it go, okay?" In an instant, a crushing wave of guilt nearly drowned Thaddeus.

His throat constricted, and he struggled to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. Evadne understood him too well, too deeply.

And the more she did, the more undeserving he felt, feeding his insecurities.

Gordon drove, Elvis in the passenger seat, the luxury car speeding towards the hospital.

In the backseat, Thaddeus held Evadne, wrapped in a cashmere blanket, close to him, his voice hoarse and awkward, "Are you still cold?"

Evadne's soft hair brushed against his heaving chest, "It's just a fever, stop worrying. But next tremember to be gentler, okay?" Next time.

He couldn't even fathom a next time.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a halt.

Elvis frowned, "Why'd we stop?" Gordon said, "It's a red light."

Elvis' brows shot up in irritation, "Mrs. Abernathy's running a fever andm you're worried about traffic lights? Drive on! Her brain's about to boil!"

"Elvis, that's enough." Evadne's pale face was lined with exasperation, "I'm just feverish, xof in fabor. Can you calm down a bit?" Thaddeus felt as if a cold stone weighed heavy on his chest, even as his shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat. "Evadne, you're too..." Before Elvis could finish, there was a sudden, loud thud! A face contorted with pain and madness, like a ghoul clawing its way out of hell, slammed against the windshield! mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1