His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1142

The moment her doctors gave her the all-clear, Evadne checked herself out of the hospital without telling her family.

Jason had just helped her into the car when a call came in from Alva.

“Alva, how have you been?” Evadne’s hand was bandaged, so Jason held the phone for her.

“I’m doing well, Mrs. Abernathy. The young master told me you were injured!”

“I’m already out of the hospital, so don’t worry.” Evadne remembered the soup she’d thrown at Thaddeus, which had soaked his three-piece suit. She hadn’t expected the bastard to have a backup, as if he’d anticipated her outburst. There had been another thermos waiting. After he’d left, hungry from their argument, she had struggled to get up and downed the second serving. “Alva, did you ask Mr. Thaddeus to bring me soup while I was in the hospital?” Evadne’s eyes curved into a smile. “It was delicious; I recognized your cooking right away. Thank you.”

“Oh no, Mrs. Abernathy, I didn’t make it. The young master made it for you himself!”

“He… did?” Evadne was stunned.

“The day before, he took time off to drive to the countryside and buy an old farm-raised chicken. You should have seen him—so polished and proper, yet he came back with mud on his shoes, chicken feathers on his suit, and smelling like a barnyard!” Alva described the scene with such relish that she couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve watched him grow up, and I’ve never seen him look so disheveled. He actually went into the pen to catch the chicken himself! If that story got out, it would be trending on Twitter. It was hilarious!”

Evadne listened in disbelief, her heart fluttering uncontrollably.

“The next day was even more chaotic. He got up early to prepare the chicken, and the kitchen looked like a crime scene! He used to be in the military, right? Fought terrorists on the battlefield? Well, he said that killing a chicken was much harder than killing a man!”

At that moment, in the CEO’s office of the Abernathy Group, a certain man let out a sneeze that could have shaken the ceiling.

Jason, who was in the car, heard it over the phone and was speechless.

Evadne let out a soft, bittersweet laugh.

“I guided him, but he made that soup for you with his own hands. It’s no wonder it tasted like my cooking. It was a gesture straight from his heart—he simmered it all day. Mrs. Abernathy, you know how he is. He’s terrible with words, but his heart is in the right place. You’ve always been on his mind.”

Evadne blinked slowly, a wave of emotions washing over her—a bittersweet feeling, like finding a piece of candy in a pile of broken glass.

After ending the call with Alva, she sat in the car, lost in a daze, unable to shake the lingering, complex emotions.

“Ms. Evadne, I’ll take you back to Silverlake Harbor,” Jason said gently from the driver’s seat, noticing her reddened eyes in the rearview mirror.

“No, not home,” Evadne whispered.

“You’re not thinking of going back to work at KS Group, are you? Your health comes first!” Jason said, concerned.

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