Chapter 583

Yolanda spilled every secret she’d been harboring, and once she’d purged twenty years of pent–up frustration and oppression, she slumped back into her chair, her entire body drenched in sweat.

In that moment, she was consumed with genuine self–reproach and regret.

She despised herself for not revealing the truth for twenty long years!

If only she hadn’t been so greedy back then, if she had had the courage to stand up to Elspeth’s threats and accuse that viper of murder, Cynthia might rest in peace, and she wouldn’t have suffered two decades of a life in turmoil.

She had been foolish beyond belief. Elspeth was just Mr. Abernathy’s mistress back then. Why did she fear a woman so vile?

If only Mr. Abernathy and his wife had reconciled, Elspeth would never have risen to power or remained within the Abernathy family. Even if she had been carrying Mr. Abernathy’s child, her fate would have been nothing more than a forced disappearance, leaving the child behind.

But it was too late for regrets.

The members of the Ashbourne family, present at the hearing, felt as if they had witnessed Thaddeus’s mother’s death with their

own eyes.

The three ladies and Nydia were already tear–stricken, Aaron looked gravely solemn, and even the usually stoic Cassius had a telltale redness rimming his eyes.

He, his brothers, and Evadne, had all lost their mothers at a young age. But compared to Thaddeus, they were fortunate.

The greatest agony wasn’t a mother dying from illness, but dying with eyes wide open, without peace.

“Your Honor, I have several questions for the witness regarding this case,” Cedric said, his eyes dark as he rose to his feet.

Evadne and Thaddeus knew he was bound to cause a commotion, desperate to protect Elspeth for the sake of his future. Despite being prepared, their hearts clenched in anticipation.

Judge Ivan nodded gravely, “Proceed.”

Cedric approached Yolanda, his gaze chilling, “Witness, you’ve accused my client of being the true perpetrator of Elspeth’s murder. Did you actually see my client push her down the stairs with your own eyes? A simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ will suffice. Nothing

more.”

Jason’s brows furrowed in an instant, his fists clenching.

Yolanda could only answer truthfully, “No, I didn’t, but I clearly heard.”

Bang!

be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard this bang, would they think

raised his hand, interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I object to

spoke, “Please avoid

victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the murderer. Moreover, you

be an anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose can be lethal.”

Cedric’s argument was sophistry and retorted fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense

was present, but no one can directly link Cynthia’s

“Your Honor, the plaintiff’s witness cannot serve as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable

Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering in their

desperately managing her expression, her cheeks twitching with the effort to

She was terrified

Chapter 583

control and laugh

you wretch! You couldn’t best me in life, what makes you think you can in death?

eyes a furious red, his heart

We should’ve handled it from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or

mouth! I was too gentle with him.

the world would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death, and he would never be able to seek justice for her.”

to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra added

what Frederic thinks. A man who didn’t even bother to investigate the death of the woman he loved, who blindly spent twenty years married to a murderer, what kind of regret could he possibly have? He’s too proud and arrogant

over the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue

his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted

debate had come

to

I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving the proceedings along as

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

a falcon’s, rose slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench and

gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair and comely face.

lips, the color of soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked

moment Arnold’s gaze retreated, her lips moved silently, mouthing the

few questions for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her, menacing and

dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a knot tighten in

Attorney’s office–a tough

them, hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While many prosecutors appeared

was he a crusader for justice, but he

His pocket change

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