His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 646

In the quaint town of Elmsworth, autumn had painted the leaves with fiery hues and the crisp wind had

begun to whisper of the coming winter.

Cassius had been absent from his home for three days straight, cloistered within the sanctity of the

local church, praying and confessing before the Lord.

What sins weighed so heavily on his soul?

Was it his past, darkened by the time when he had been the voice of a notorious underground

syndicate?

Or was he confessing a heart that had dared to love where it should not, his affections falling upon

someone forbidden?

On the fourth day, Cassius found himself drawn as if by a spectral force, wandering as though in a

trance to the decaying Bright family manor.

He knew that young Chasel had no other refuge, no other home, but this decaying symbol of a once

great dynasty.

His concern had overwhelmed his resolve to stay away, and so he had come.

Cassius understood that with his past, he could only stand watch, a silent guardian to the legacy of the

Brights.

He could now empathize with the tormented soul of Thaddeus, who had once braved the tempest

outside the gates of Silverlake Harbor, all for a mere glimpse of his beloved Evadne.

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It was a feeling akin to one’s own bile churning within, rising up to choke the throat with a bitterness

that could not be expelled.

It was in this moment of somber reflection that a procession of luxury cars glided up to the manor,

stopping with a sense of entitlement that only the wealthy could command.

Servants and secretaries flanked a tall, imposing middle–aged man as he stepped out, impeccably

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dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him immediately as the current head of Bright Biopharmacy,

Suri’s older brother, Zachary.

“Dad! Welcome home. You must be weary from your journey,” Warner greeted, bowing with an air of

formal respect.

“Indeed,” Zachary replied curtly, his expression stoic, “Where is Chasel?”

“Locked up as per your instructions. He’s been quiet in his room,” Warner–replied, seizing the chance

to belittle his brother, “Dad, Chasel has truly crossed the line this time. Not only did he disregard our

family’s code, but he’s been fraternizing with the Ashbournes. If word got out, our family’s reputation

would be a laughingstock. People would say we’re all talk–acting righteous in public while cozying up to

our rivals in private!”

Zachary’s lips curled into a frosty smirk. “We shall see who panders to whom in the end,” he said

ominously.

Warner continued, fueled by spite, “Word has it that Emeric’s health has taken a turn for the worse,

barely clinging to life. That’s why Aunt Suri was so desperate to seek our family’s aid. I doubt Emeric

has much time left. Once he’s gone, the Ashbourne fortune will crumble, and we’ll see how high and

mighty they can act then!”

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Zachary eyed Warner with suspicion, “You never seemed this bitter about the Ashbournes before. Did

they slight you when you went to fetch Chasel?”

Warner’s heart skipped, beads of sweat forming on his brow, “Of course not! They wouldn’t dare touch

a member of the Bright family!”

As they were about to enter the house, Warner felt a shiver down his spine and glanced back.

“What is it?” Zachary inquired.

Warner shook off the chill, “Dad, there’s a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s

quite unsettling in the dead

of night.”

In the darkness, Warner hadn’t recognized Cassius‘ face.

Zachary glanced back, but the street was deserted.

Warner, bewildered, muttered, “Huh? Where did he go? He was just there.”

“Warner, you’ve been working hard. Make sure to rest,” Zachary advised before stepping inside.

Warner was left to his thoughts.

Chasel was released from his “cage” and brought into the grand courtyard.

The entire household of the Bright estate had gathered, a sea of expectant faces.

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Standing tall and proud at the center, Chasel faced his father, leisurely sipping tea on a fine chair, his

elder brother standing at attention, and the audience” summoned to witness the night’s drama.

The discomfort churned in his stomach.

Beyond these walls lay the modern world, yet within the confines of this grand estate, archaic traditions

lingered.

As a child, he had pitied his aunt for abandoning her luxurious life in the Bright household. But now, his

heart yearned to follow in her footsteps

“Kneel, commanded Zachary with icy detachment.

Chasal, however, stood defiant, the hint of a smile at his lips, “Father, it’s been years since the fall of

empires. Even presidents aren’t greeted with kneeling anymore. Perhaps it’s time our family shed these

outdated customs?”

Zachary’s face tightened with displeasure.

Warner spat angrily, “Chasel! It was you who erred, you who shamed our family! Is this your idea of

repentance?”

“I’ve apologized, said all there is to say. From now on, it ends.”

It ends.

The words were a knife to Chasel’s heart, severing the tenderest part of him with ruthless precision.

“I’ll have no more dealings with the Ashbournes. Their affairs are no longer my concern. I’ve done as

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you asked. Why must you humiliate me further, pressuring me so?”

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His rebuttal silenced the crowd.

In the Bright family, a hierarchy as rigid as steel, no one but York dared defy Zachary.

“Chasel, your dealings with the Ashbournes broke our family’s cardinal rule; that was your gravest

mistake!”

Warner immediately stepped forward, putting on the act of the good cop. “If Dad doesn’t lay down the

law now, how will you ever learn? Huh? Will you? If we let this slide, the rules of the Bright family will

become a joke. Who’ll follow them then, who will respect us?”

“Oh, so it’s a scare tactic, huh?”

Chasel snorted with a dismissive chuckle, thoroughly infuriating Zachary!

At that moment, the butler, under the watchful eyes of the family, presented the instruments of

punishment to Zachary. “Mr. Bright, the family discipline awaits.”

A collective gasp swept through the crowd, and Chasel felt his heart squeeze tight!

In the butler’s hands were a whip and a thick wooden rod.

“The rules of the Bright family are clear,” Warner said with an icy stare. “Either you’re whipped until you

bleed, or we break your legs. Take your pick.”

It was hard to believe that they were brothers born of the same mother.

This was the way of the Bright family: power, ability, and money above all else. Family ties were always

an optional extra. Chasel’s eyes widened in shock, then he burst into laughter again.

“Isn’t this something utterly fascinating! Today, I’m going to see just what kind of justice is served Bright

family–style.”

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Still laughing, Chasel shook his head, his eyes–a striking fox–like red–gleaming with mischief. “But we

are a family with a medical background, aren’t we? Why resort to such crude tools as whips and rods? I

brought back a set of surgical knives from my travels abroad. Why don’t you use those instead?

They’re much more efficient!”

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