His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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

to be a clear–cut case

then he would be dragged through the

shouted in desperation, “Your Honor! This witness is irrelevant to the case

iron was 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

slight nod, “Then let the defense proceed with

was seeing stars from rage.

Thaddeus, who sat with a stern dignity in the audience, remembering the dread his presence inspired. She dared not hold back any longer, spilling the secrets

nothing more than Mr. Abernathy’s mistress. Only because she carried the heir to the Abernathy empire was she temporarily welcomed into the Abernathy fold,

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

turned as dark as a thundercloud. He wished

gentle and virtuous Cynthia by his side, instead entangling himself with such

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

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

frozen over, “As for Frederic, she

resolute profile, her

situation was undoubtedly far

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

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