Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 146: The Court Case IX

"Athena, do you have more evidence to present?" Elder Timothy asked, his gaze steadfast as Ewan returned to his seat, appearing calm yet visibly shaken.

Athena nodded, her eyes flickering to Ewan. She felt a surge of relief seeing his color had returned; he was no longer as pale as before. Good, she mused inwardly. He was ready for the next round of revelations.

With a confident smile brushing her lips, Athena turned back to her list of contents and clicked on the fifth entry, titled "The Waiter."

Instantly, a newspaper article illuminating the tragic death of a waiter filled the screen, accompanied by a grim headshot of the deceased. Gasps rippled through the assembly, and a tense silence fell.

Fiona, who had positioned herself as stoic and unflappable, suddenly appeared rigid with shock, her facade cracking. Surely it couldn’t be...

She shut her eyes tightly, apprehension intertwining with confusion. How? How was Athena managing this? Did Morgan send her this information, seeking revenge for her earlier disobedience?

But he had already punished her! She could still feel the marks on her buttocks! Surely it couldn’t be him; wouldn’t he prefer to remain a shadow, hiding from the light?

"Do you all remember this news about a waiter who was inhumanly killed, even castrated?" Athena’s voice rang out powerfully, shattering the silence and drawing murmurs from the crowd.

Affirmative echoes bounced back, the tension palpable in the air.

"Good. For those of you who have seen the ghastly images—though I cannot present them here due to the sensitivity—who do you think was behind this heinous act?"

chorused, some eager elders included, but their voices were tinged with fear, careful not

like a teacher pleased with

calculated gleam in her eyes. "Now, let’s delve into the reason I brought this

paused, locking eyes with Fiona, her smile

their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief, struggling

Fiona dropped into the establishment for a meal. She was attended to by a waiter, but when her cards were declined, it was the head waiter who intervened. Because she couldn’t pay her bill, Marcus suggested she help in

paused for effect, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She picked up her cane

Marcus realized what she wanted—what she was truly after—he made her an offer:

her carefully constructed composure crumbling with each word. Surely, there was no way Athena could have evidence to support such a claim! Morgan had made sure to eliminate anything

tone clipped and authoritative. "You should know by now that I wouldn’t

staggered on her feet,

into her

the dead waiter, and now the puzzle pieces were falling into place. How could he have stayed with a devil and

continued, her voice firm and unwavering, "Fiona agreed to spend the night with Marcus. According to CCTV footage taken that evening, she entered

the CCTV footage appeared on the screen,

audience watched in rapt attention as Athena fast-forwarded to five hours later, revealing Fiona exiting the apartment, her demeanor transformed; she leaned in, planting a long,

even considered marrying a woman like this. A sense of relief flooded through him—thank the gods for Athena’s

evidence against Fiona, he thought any pain