His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 590

In fact, the flowers were a well–thought–out gesture from Camille.

She had a hunch that victory was in the bag. With Arnold on the case, it was a sure bet.

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After sending the flowers anonymously, Camille slipped away quietly, making a beeline for the parking

lot.

Her long lashes fluttered gently, and her heart trembled just the same.

She mused over Arnold in the courtroom, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, exuding charisma and

passion as he delivered his arguments with gusto. His handsome features, as striking as a movie

star’s, seemed to carve the truth out of the criminals, revealing their sordid nature. Her cheeks flushed

with a rosy warmth, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

“You could at least say ‘hello‘ before you leave, Ms. Camille,” a familiar voice called from behind,

melodious and captivating.

Camille stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around.

Arnold stood there, still in his prosecutor’s attire, his posture as straight as an oak, taking long strides

toward her. “Also, perhaps you’d like to tell me what those flowers you sent meant.”

Camille steadied herself and met his intense gaze. “Sunshine lilies, they symbolize victory.”

“I thought they meant that you have a thing for me,” Arnold said with a tilt of his head, leaning in

slightly.

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Camille’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling. “Prosecutor Arnold, you do have a sense of humor.”

“Do I?”

Arnold’s breath hitched, his gaze searching hers, “Or is it yet another misunderstanding you’ve led me

into? First a kiss, now flowers, what next? I’m rather intrigued.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Camille said, a surge of restlessness rising within her, turning to leave.

Arnold swiftly pinned her against the wall, his muscular arms tensing, making his suit stretch tight. “Ms.

Camille, what is this? Playing me? You think this is funny?”

His words were as blunt as a bachelor’s, unseasoned by the games of love and romance.

Camille laughed, her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Prosecutor Arnold? Can’t take a little game?”

His competitive spirit flared. “I haven’t even begun to play. How do you know I can’t take it? Ms.

Camille, last time you said you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with me. I am a man who

thrives on the thrill of the chase. If you don’t want to get serious, I can play this game as long as it

takes.”

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Camille felt a bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

She knew Arnold was a good man, and that if she let him go now, she might lose her chance for good.

But with her own family’s broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she really as

him?

This wasn’t just anyone. He was Evadne’s own brother.

She wasn’t fit for love, didn’t want to hold him back, yet she truly….

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“Prosecutor Arnold, with everything out in the open, it would be rude not to accept your challenge.”

eserve someone as good

Camille swept away the shadows in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with

his. “Just a game, no feelings involved. Pinky promise.”

Arnold’s gaze softened, his long lashes casting shadows.

Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d

worn for nearly a decade and placed it in her hand.

“When you’re done playing this game, give it back to me.”

Camille’s eyes shimmered, the badge in her palm shining like a morning star.

Evadne and Thaddeus, having won their battle, felt as refreshed as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower.

But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed to crawl into bed and

sleep soundly.

Just as they got into the car, Thaddeus‘ phone rang.

Evadne caught a glimpse of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.

“Thaddeus, pick up, it must be something with Marilla!”

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Thaddeus‘ brow furrowed as he answered. “Jareth, what’s up?”

“Thad, are you with Evadne? Can you guys come over to my place right now? Marilla’s been crying

nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s going to make

herself sick. Please, can you come? She’s closest with Evadne, maybe she can soothe her, okay?”

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The couple rushed to Jareth’s house without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily

standing anxiously at the front door, waiting for them.-

“Lily, how’s Marilla? And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces

etched with concern.

Lily, usually the picture of composure, was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank

goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad way, it seems like an illness has taken hold.”

The term “illness” sent a pang through both their hearts.

“Marilla used to listen to Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through to her. I’m really

worried for her health.”

Evadne’s heart ached even more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into the villa.

“Marilla! Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t cry anymore!”

In a corner of the living room, Marilla was curled up on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole

body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and

her doe–like eyes swollen and nearly shut.

Jareth knelt before her, holding her tightly, his black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where

she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything you want, just name it!”

“Mom. I want to see Mom.” Marilla’s lips quivered, her cries almost deafening.

Jareth’s eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No,

absolutely not,” he declared firmly.

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“Why not?” Marilla wept, her voice torn with anguish. “My mother is dying, wouldn’t you even let me see

her before she passes? Isn’t that the least you could do?” She pushed against the man she loved with

all her might, desperation fueling her strength. “Elspeth murdered Thad’s mother. She’s a heartless

killer! Why would you want to see someone like that?” Jareth’s voice was thick with emotion, unusually

stern, so much so that he startled even himself. “Tell me, did she ever care for you? Did she ever treat

you like her daughter, nurture you, protect you? There are some people who, despite giving birth, have

no right to the title of mother!”

“But she’s dying.” Marilla’s voice was a whisper, a plea.

“And what of it?” Jareth’s retort came too sharp, too quick.

Marilla stared at him in stunned silence, her eyes swelling with unshed tears, as if threatening to burst

from their sockets. Jareth realized his harshness, and his hands hovered awkwardly in the air, tingling

with regret. “Marilla, I didn’t mean that.” He had forgotten that, no matter the crimes Elspeth had

committed, she was still Marilla’s mother.

He was known for his cold heart and ruthless actions, frightening even to Lily, who had weathered

many storms by his side. He could sever ties with things others cherished, believing if he could endure

the pain, so could anyone else.

Suddenly, Marilla screamed, pushing Jareth away as if he were a stranger and dashed towards the

door.

“Marilla!” Jareth’s blood ran cold as he watched her flee.

Thankfully, Evadne and Thaddeus managed to intercept the distraught Marilla.

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“Marilla, it’s me, your brother! Calm down!” Thaddeus wrapped his arms around his sister, his heart

aching for her.

Seeing her pale, trembling form, Evadne made a snap decision. “Do we have any sedatives at home?

Get them, I need to give her

a shot!”

Lily moved to fetch the medication, but Jareth’s urgent voice stopped her. “No! We can’t drug Marilla

again!”

He could not bear the thought of causing her more pain. After using the sedative once, he had vowed

never to subject her to that again. Marilla’s vibrant spirit, reduced to nothingness in his arms, was more

than he could stand.

“Don’t give her the shot! I can calm her down!” Jareth pleaded, eyes red with desperation.

“If you could, she wouldn’t be in this state!” Evadne retorted, her voice as authoritative as any

seasoned doctor. She had been part of the Abernathy family for three years and knew exactly how to

handle such situations. “Who’s the doctor here, you or me? Marilla may be your love, but she’s my

sister, too. Listen to me, Lily! Get the sedative!”

“Yes, Ms. Evadne!” Lily trusted Evadne’s judgment and hurried to compl

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Thaddeus held Marilla tightly, and Lily restrained her arms as if they were medical staff dealing with a

patient in the throes of madness. Evadne’s skilled hands delivered the needle into Marilla’s delicate,

pale skin, injecting the drug into her bloodstream. Jareth, who loved Marilla more than anyone, could

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only watch helplessly as the sedative took effect and she slumped in Thaddeus’s embrace, her eyes

closing, her soul seemingly drained from her body.

“Marilla.”

Unable to contain himself, Jareth rushed forward, practically snatching her from Thaddeus’s hold,

cradling her fiercely as if his life depended on it.

“Jareth, what the hell happened?” Thaddeus demanded, his tone stern and parental.

“Did you let her watch the trial? Are you out of your mind?”

Evadne, equally incensed, joined Thaddeus in their reproval, “Even if Elspeth deserved a thousand

cuts, she’s still Marilla’s birth mother. And you know Marilla’s condition. You’re only aggravating her.

How do you expect her to handle a reality that even a normal person couldn’t bear?”

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