His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1100

After lunch, Evadne and Jason wasted no time and headed straight to Nora’s house.

This part of Elmsworth had a reputation—it was the poorest neighborhood in town, infamous for its poverty, decay, and filth. The heavy blanket of snow only made the place look even more desolate.

Nora’s home was a dilapidated bungalow, its roof weighed down by grimy bricks, as if the next gust of wind could tear the whole place apart and send it crumbling to the ground.

“This is just awful. Absolutely unforgivable,” Jason muttered, shaking his head in outrage. “Her family’s been destroyed, left to live like ghosts, while Chad struts around in luxury, pretending to be innocent and untouchable. Where’s the justice in that?”

“How could ordinary people ever fight back against those who control everything?” Evadne’s eyes grew distant, her voice lowering. “And this is only what we know about. How many more tragedies—cruelties that defy belief—are still hidden away in the shadows, never to see the light of day?”

By now, they’d reached the front door.

“Who are you looking for?” An elderly woman, leaning on a cane, shuffled over and eyed their well-dressed appearance with open curiosity.

“Ma’am, we’re here to see Nora’s mother—Mrs. Cooper. Do you know her?” Evadne’s eyes softened as she offered the woman a gentle, reassuring smile.

The old woman’s expression tightened with suspicion. “And what business do you have with her?”

Jason stepped forward, putting on his warmest smile. “We just want to talk to Mrs. Cooper. Ask her a few questions about her daughter, try to understand what happened. Please don’t worry, we’re not here to cause trouble—we just want to help.”

The woman sighed, shaking her head in resignation. “Honestly, you’d be better off leaving it alone. Mention her daughter, and Mrs. Cooper might just chase you out with a broom. She’s not right in the head anymore. Even if you manage to get a word out of her, it won’t make much sense.”

Evadne and Jason exchanged a stunned glance. “She’s lost her mind?”

But at the cemetery the other day, Mrs. Cooper, though clearly distraught, had still spoken with perfect clarity.

“Sometimes she’s lucid, sometimes she isn’t,” the old woman explained. “When she’s clear-headed, she doesn’t say a word. When she’s not, she’ll start waving a kitchen knife and shouting at the walls.”

“What does she shout?” Evadne asked quickly.

“Something about the Abernathys… It’s hard to make out exactly.”

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