His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

The words had barely left his lips when Zachary’s face darkened with fury. He leapt to his feet,

snatched a cane from the butler’s grasp, and marched menacingly towards Chasel

“Ugh!”

A sudden, searing pain shot through Chasel’s legs as, out of nowhere, two bodyguards appeared

behind him. A strike from their batons sent him crashing to his knees!

“You ungrateful brat! After such a colossal screw up, you have the gall to laugh! The nerve to talk

back?”

Zachary’s eyes were bloodshot as he swung his arm violently, the rigid cane whistling through the air

before thudding against Chaser’s back with a chilling thump!

But Chasel barely made a sound, just a single grunt.

Blow after blow rained down on him like a hailstorm of agony, his arms pinned helplessly by the

bodyguards, his insides screamed as if being twisted into knots. His vision blurred, the taste of blood

thickening in his throat.

Yet he refused to plead, refused to bow his head!

The brutal beating made Warner shudder and turn away, unable to watch.

“A first–rate man needs no guidance; a second–rate man responds to stern discipline; but you, an

ignorant, aimless, ungrateful wretch, you only learn from a beating!”

With that, Zachary raised the cane high and brought it crashing down with all his might!

The next second, a sharp crack resounded-!

The thick wooden cane, as sturdy as a wrist, snapped in two upon Chasel’s back!

The ensuing silence was broken by a wave of gasps!

Chasel’s handsome face turned ashen, his blood drained until he was nearly translucent, his body

trembling uncontrollably as though encased in ice.

He bit down hard on his lower lip, the blood staining his lips a stark, tragic red.

“Dad!”

It was then that Warner rushed over, his voice tense and hushed, “You’ve had your catharsis, and

Chasel’s been punished. Let’s think this through for the long term. If you continue, with all these eyes

upon us, causing a serious incident won’t end well. Grandpa will be angry.”

In the end, it wasn’t about pity for his own brother.

It was all about preserving the dignity of the head of the Bright family!

Zachary paused abruptly, the broken cane slipping from his grasp.

His hand was red and swollen from the force of his grip, trembling slightly.

Chasel laughed. Chasel’s taut arms propped him up from the ground, his head hung low, his

expression unseen, yet his laughter was mocking and defiant, “Is that all you’ve got? Giving up so

soon? Dad, you’re really showing your age. That’s your idea of family discipline? Feels more like

tickling. Come on, if you dare beat me to death!”

“Beast!”

Zachary was livid, a vein throbbing wildly on his forehead as he flung the remains of the cane away,

“After all this, you still have the shamelessness to not see the error of your ways?”

“Why should I change, what for?”

Chasel rose as if his shattered bones were forged anew, his teeth clenched as he shakily stood,

battered and bruised, to the shock of everyone present–even Zachary’s face went pale.

“I’ll never understand. As a doctor, what have I done wrong?”

Chasel’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, each word a piercing accusation, “The Hippocratic Oath, to

treat the sick and save lives, that’s what Grandpa taught me since childhood. To this day, his study still

bears the plaque ‘To serve those in need‘. I thought that was the Bright family’s creed! But it turns out,

the so–called family rules are just an outlet for your personal vendettas! To you, Chairman Ashbourne

is an enemy. But to me, he’s just a patient! In treating and saving lives, where, I ask, have I gone

wrong!”

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the quands at the door turned away, unable to bear the sight

Mr. Chaset, the Bright family’s personal doctor is on ins Way, please hand on a but hanger!

Heh what the Bright family never lack te doctors.

Chasel turned away from them, his voice cold and resistant, Im a doctor too, I know my own comman

hatter than anyone el out, all of you”

The guards bowed out helplessly, leaving him alone

As the door shut, Chasel collapsed to the floor, a mouthful of blood he had been holding Back sping

onto the husuma Bat

It hurts, it hurts so much.”

Curled up on the floor in agony, his sweat mingled with tears, streaming down his paid face

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During the beating, his anger had numbed the pain, but now alone, his body wracked with unendurable

auffering

“Ow, it hurts so bad

Chasel, a grown man, cried out in pain, looking more pitiful than a Wronged dament, Casame. Imiss

you a much

His tears were indistinguishable, were they for the beating, or for the longing for Cassie?

What Chasel didn’t know was-

Outside the back door of the Bright family mansion, Cassius stood alone in already misting with unshed

tears.

He couldn’t resist, reaching for his phone to call his little fox.

When Cassius heard the voicemail, his heart contracte with dread

bling cold, his eyes reflecting

Maybe it was for the best

Obsessing over an impossible outcome could only bring harm to both

Chasel shivered as he stripped off the remains of his shirt, changing into a clean set of pajamas

His back was so badly injured that he couldn’t even baile, enduring the pain as he wiped away

In that moment, Chasel truly fell happy for his aunt

with a

Living in such a warm, affectionate home as the Ashbourne was something he could only di

“Never again”

Chasel’s lips, parched and pale, muttered under his breath as he flung the towel into the baem with a

splash, water droplets scattering in all directions.

“Freaking unbelievablet”

He refused to give up.

So what if Cassius kept him at arm’s length?

He’d take ten thousand steps back if it meant he could move ten thousand something, right?

one steps closer to him that had to count for

He was done with this house, done with the whole damn country. All he wanted was Cassius. He

prayed to the heavens, after all the lives he’d saved, that they would grant him this one wish.

Chasel was in so much pain that he couldn’t sleep, so he decided to open the balcony’s doors and let

the chill of the late night breeze seep into every pore of his body.

The cold offered a slight reprieve from his agony.

“Tonight’s moon is so beautiful. Just like Cassius”

He gazed at the moon, a bright orb hanging in the night sky, and smiled foolishly, his eyes filled with the

handsome image of

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Cassius.

He remembered a poem his aunt used to recite when he was a child. Having spent so much time

abroad, surrounded by the foreign language, he only faintly remembered one line that seemed fitting

for the moment:

“I wish to be like the stars, with you as the moon.”

Downstairs, Cassius, as if connected by some mystic bond, looked up at the moon. His lips parted

softly, echoing Chasel in á silent communion:

“Night after night, we share this radiant light.”

After a heavy sigh, Cassius looked down and turned away, heading towards his car.

Just then, Chasel withdrew his gaze to peer into the thick of the night, looking down upon the scene

below.