Chapter 581

The courtroom erupted into chaos. The nation was in shock.

Frederic’s face drained of color as if the blood had been siphoned from his veins. He leapt from his chair as if it had burst into flames, standing abruptly without a care for decorum, staring in disbelief at Elspeth.

Cynthia? Hadn’t she taken her own life because of severe depression? How had it turned into murder?

How could the murderer be Elspeth, the woman who had shared his bed for twenty years?

“I do it!” Elspeth sobbed, shaking her head as she locked eyes with him.

Thaddeus’s icy gaze slid inch by inch onto Frederic’s pale, plaster–like face. He couldn’t help but let out a bone–chilling laugh from the deepest, most bitter part of his chest.

Even now, he didn’t see the slightest hint of sorrow for his mother on this callous man’s face. What Frederic felt was not disbelief out of love for Elspeth.

He simply couldn’t accept that he had been so blind, having spent twenty years married to a murderer!

Cedric felt like he’d been struck in the back of the head with a sledgehammer, his mind buzzing

career, he had never seen anything like this. It was supposed to be a clear–cut case of murder for hire, so how had Thaddeus’s mother’s case gotten

he would be dragged through

in desperation, “Your Honor! This witness is irrelevant to the case at hand, please dismiss

hot, “Your Honor, the defense previously stated that Elspeth couldn’t possibly be the killer because she’s a cultured, high–character society lady But my witness here can attest that the defense’s argument is

“Then let the defense

was seeing stars

a stern dignity in the audience, remembering the dread his presence inspired. She

to Elspeth’s daily needs, while she was nothing more than Mr. Abernathy’s mistress. Only because she carried the heir to the Abernathy empire was she temporarily welcomed

Elspeth’s flushed face like a mark of shame, and she roared in anger, “Who are you calling a mistress? Who? I’m not a mistress. I am the legitimate chairwoman of the Abernathy Group! I am Mr. Abernathy’s wife! It was Cynthia who was the mistress! She

a thundercloud. He wished he could send someone to silence

the gentle and virtuous Cynthia by his side,

disdain. “To claim what was taken from another as her own. Impenetrable shamelessness. No wonder she could cling to their house, accept a

but a ruse. If she truly were content, my mother would not have met such a tragic

eyes remained as cold as a lake frozen over, “As for Frederic, she can have him. Such a deceitful, insincere

profile, her emotions a tangled

to Thaddeus’s parents, her situation was undoubtedly

couldn’t be sure how much of Emeric’s affections for her mother were genuine–if his love were as deep as the ocean,

once more, reminding in a cold tone, “Defendant, please remain calm and

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