His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 821

Commissioned by Evadne, Chasel immediately tested the medication sent by Chad upon his return.

To their surprise, the drug was astonishingly effective. Aside from causing the patient to feel lethargic and

sleepy, it posed no significant harm to the human body.

In the living room, Evadne examined the clear data on the lab report with a mix of emotions.

"What's this drug called?"

"I don't know," Chasel shook his head.

Evadne was taken aback.

"I don't know the nof this medicine, but its composition is almost identical to a treatment for mental illness

developed a year ago by the National Biomedical Research Institute. However, that drug was only announced to

the public and hasn't officially been released yet. I'm not sure if this is the one they developed."

Chasel sighed deeply, "Luckily, this medicine doesn't seem to have any serious issues and it's helping Marilla's

condition. Otherwise, administering an unreleased drug to patients would seem a bit like using them as guinea

pigs."

At that moment, a casual knock on the door echoed.

Evadne walked over and pulled open the door, her pupils suddenly contracting,

"Mr. Chad?"

There, sitting in a wheelchair, was Chad alone outside the door, gracing her with a smile as fresh as a spring

breeze, as he looked up at Evadne.

"Ms. Evadne, I'm returning htomorrow morning. May | have a word with you in private?"

On the balcony at the end of the hallway.

Evadne stood beside Chad, her radiant face bathed in golden twilight, as if she were an untouchable goddess.

Chad turned his handsface toward her, his gaze deeply locked on hers.

"Mr. Chad, did you need something?" Evadne consciously avoided his eyes.

"I'm leaving tonight," Chad spoke in a soft, cultured tone.

"Safe travels."

"Before | go, | must fulfill a promise | made to you."

Evadne, puzzled, saw Chad open his palm before her, revealing three pills identical to the ones Marilla had been

taking.

Before she could express her shock, Chad had already swallowed the pills whole. "As | said, | would take the

medication with Marilla to assure you that there's nothing wrong with it."

Evadne's brows drew together gently, "I didn't say | didn't trust you. You didn't have to do this."

"A promise is a promise."

Chad's voice grew huskier, his pupils like layers of amber that could easily entrap one in his captivating gaze,

"Besides, when it comes to Marilla's health, | can't afford to be careless. Don't forget, I'm the older brother to

these kids."

"Thank you for the medication. Marilla's condition has improved significantly." Evadne paused, her gaze on Chad

filled with inquiry, "Mr. Chad, did you get this medication from the National Biomedical Institute?"

"Yes," Chad admitted generously.

This candidness took Evadne by surprise.

She had thought if Chad denied the origin of the medicine, it would indicate that he was hiding something, which

could mean either an issue with him or with the drug's development. Even if it wasn't the sdrug Marilla was

taking, it would have suggested something fishy.

But now, she was at a loss for words.

"To be exact, it's not just the Institute; | have connections with many medical research facilities in the country,"

Chad coughed lightly, his smile tinged with resignation. "Over the years, my broken body has been like a test

field, subjected to countless medications in the hope of finding srelief. That's why I'm quite familiar with

their drugs."

"Mr. Chad, with medical advancements today, if you keep at it, your health will improve," Evadne said genuinely,

offering the basic comfort one would to a person long tormented by illness.

At that moment, neither noticed-

Outside on the balcony, Thaddeus, with his dark, brooding eyes, stood concealed in the shadows, observing

everything.

"Ms. Evadne, do you really hope that | can get better?"

Chad's eyes curved warmly, "After all, as the eldest son of the Abernathy family, if

| recover, | might challenge Thaddeus for the heir's position. Do you really want to see that happen?"

Evadne's lips curved lightly, her expression bright and clear, "Mr. Chad, if Thaddeus' position as heir comes at

the cost of your lifelong health, then frankly, the presidency is not worth it. Firstly, it's Thaddeus the person |

love, not his background or his family. I couldn't care less. Even if one day he parts ways with the Abernathy

Group, | wouldn't hold any grudges against him, nor would it diminish my love for him, not even by half."

Chad's brow furrowed.

And in the shadows, Thaddeus' eyes widened.

His heart pounded fiercely.

"What | want to see is a family where brothers support and cherish each other, not one consumed by

underhanded tactics and jealousy, ending up like the Chambers family, torn apart by infighting. If one day, you

do get better, Thaddeus and | will genuinely rejoice for you. If you want to compete for the position of heir, then

please compete fairly with Thaddeus."

Evadne spoke her heart openly, her magnanimity echoing that of a true leader.

"Ms. Evadne, your feelings for Thaddeus are so sincere, it truly makesenvious," Chad said, his gaze

unblinking and filled with a deep, tender yearning.

Evadne smiled gently, "As long as you offer sincerity, Mr. Chad, one day you too will find your happiness."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Chad's look was meaningful as he slowly turned his wheelchair, signaling his departure.

Thaddeus' eyes narrowed, and his tall figure swiftly ducked behind a wall.

His heartbeat was inexplicably intense.

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Evadne,"

Chad paused, turning back again, his voice tinged with concern, "While abroad, | also heard about your situation.

Since then, I've been searching for a way to help you. Things were finally starting to look up. Not only had we

found targeted medication, but I had also managed to secure an appointment with a highly esteemed

gynecological professor. She was a big deal, having served as a private consultant to royalty and even First

Ladies. She wasn't new to cases like this; she'd seen them more than once. Under her care, there was more than

a 60% chance of recovery. It would be such a shfor someone as young and remarkable as you to lose the

chance to beca mother."

At these words, Thaddeus felt his heavy heart being wrapped by a rough hemp rope, binding tighter with each

coil, squeezing until it almost lost the ability to beat.

A hint of moist redness glimmered at the corners of his eyes as his well-defined hands trembled, clutching at the

fabric of his shirt.