His Ex-Wife: The Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1092

The sky was a bleak, washed-out gray. Sleet and biting wind lashed together, making the world seem even

colder and more oppressive to Evadne.

An hour later, her grandfather's black sedan rolled to a stop outside Wye Cemetery.

The door opened, and Mr. Murray stepped out, holding an umbrella. He helped Hamilton, frail and shuffling, down

from the car. The old man refused the wheelchair, insisting on walking into the cemetery on his own unsteady

legs.

"Ms. Evadne, Wye Cemetery isn't exactly sprestigious resting place. It's mostly ordinary folks buried here.

With Mr. Hamilton's wealth, would he really have any friends among them?" Jason watched Hamilton's stooped

figure moving away, puzzlement written on his face. “And who could this person possibly be, that Mr. Hamilton

would brave this kind of weather, refusing even his wheelchair, just to pay his respects? I'm getting more and

more curious."

Evadne's gaze lingered on the bleak landscape outside, her expression unreadable. After a moment's hesitation,

she slipped out of the car and quietly followed behind them.

She trailed them through the cemetery, unnoticed.

She wasn't sure how much thad passed before her grandfather and Mr. Murray finally stopped in front of a

headstone. They bowed low, then laid a bouquet of white daisies at its base.

Evadne hung back, too far away to read the nor see the photograph on the grave.

Most people visited graves in the morning, but her grandfather had chosen this cold, lonely afternoon. There was

something odd about that.

"Mr. Frederic, the cold isn't good for your lungs. Let's go back," Mr. Murray said anxiously, stripping off his

overcoat and draping it over the old man's shoulders.

Hamilton coughed, his voice little more than a whisper. "I'm all right.”

He stared at the photo of the girl on the headstone, her smile forever bright. His voice was hoarse, ground down

by guilt. "She was such a good child. | failed her. Our whole family failed her...

| don't even know if I'll live to see this day next year. So... just letstay with her a little longer."

Hidden behind the gnarled trunk of a tree, Evadne felt a dull ache twist in her chest.

Before she could process her feelings, a woman approached a middle-aged figure with snow-white hair, dressed

in plain, worn clothes. Her eyes were bloodshot and fierce as she fixed her glare on Hamilton.

"You!" she spat. "You actually have the nerve to visit my daughter?"

Mr. Murray stepped forward protectively, wary and ready to defend Hamilton, but the old man gently brushed

him aside.

Evadne's heart thudded so hard she thought it might burst.

"Mrs. Cooper," Hamilton said, his tone weighted with remorse. "I've been carrying this guilt for years. Nora

worked for our family. She was diligent, bright, and kind- everyone loved her."

He took a shaky step closer, the lines of regret etched deep in his face. “After the accident, our family couldn't

escape blame, no matter how much thas passed. I've never been able to let go of Nora's memory.

| want to say again... I'm so sorry."

With trembling hands, he bowed deeply before her.

"An accident?" Mrs. Cooper let out a broken laugh, tears streaming down her face. "If it was just an accident,

would you be sneaking around here, paying secret visits to my child's grave? You know exactly how Nora died.

She was murdered-by your beloved Thaddeus!"

The words hit Evadne like a thunderclap. Her eyes went wide with shock.

Nora, Mrs. Cooper's daughter, had been a housemaid for the Abernathy family, and supposedly died in an

accident. But now Mrs. Cooper was accusing Chad?

Mr. Murray stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Mrs. Cooper! Mr. Frederic sympathizes with your loss, but you need

evidence for accusations like that. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to pursue legal action for slander."

Hamilton said nothing, his lips pressed in a thin, mournful line.

Mrs. Cooper laughed bitterly, her voice raw. "It's been twenty years! You had her body cremated right away—

what evidence could possibly be left? Your family used its power to cover everything up, just to protect your

deranged eldest son. You bribed and threatened us, took my husband and son hostage to forceto stay silent

about Nora's death...

For two decades, I've swallowed my grief and lived in hell, all to keep my family safe. Every night, | see my

daughter in my dreams, beggingto get justice for her..."

She broke down, sobbing and pounding her fists against her chest. "I failed her! | don't deserve to be her mother.

If | can't get justice for Nora, how can | ever face her in the next life?"

A bitter wind swept through the cemetery, making Evadne shiver. Her gaze grew dark.

Mrs. Cooper wept and laughed in turns, teetering on the edge of despair as she confronted the family of her

enemy. "Now my husband is bedridden-he has only months left. My son died in a car crash last month. | have no

one left in this

world.

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All I want now is justice for Nora! | want Thaddeus to finally admit what he did and

pay for his crime!"

Evadne's heart twisted with sorrow.

A mother outliving her children-what a cruel fate.

But what gnawed at Evadne even more was the question: Chad had only been fourteen back then. How could a

boy so young have killed a grown woman?

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"Mrs. Cooper, understand your pain..." Hamilton's breath rattled in his chest as he gripped his heart, struggling

to speak. “But your daughter's death truly was an accident. My grandson... had nothing to do with it."