His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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!

down on the table, nearly scaring the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard this

his hand, interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I object to the defense attorney’s speculative questioning!”

avoid hypothetical questions, Counselor.”

sneered briefly before continuing, “So, the witness did not actually see the supposed act of murder by my client. Her testimony only suggests that my client was the last person to see the victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the murderer. Moreover, you claimed

might be an anesthetic, but as you know, an

Cedric’s argument was sophistry and retorted fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should stick to the facts and

fall. My client was present, but no one can directly

to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty

Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering

expression, her cheeks

She was terrified

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lose control and

in life, what makes you think you can in death? Ridiculous!”

sat down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling

her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet bowl, and be done with it!” Aviana seethed

with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out, make him a mute lawyer!”

too easy. But then, the world would never know the

regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra added icily.

“At this point, Mr. Thaddeus couldn’t care less 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 for that. If I were Mrs. Winter, even if Frederic came to my grave to apologize, I wouldn’t care. It would

remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity bordering on terrifying.

penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold, the prosecutor.

debate had come to

comeback, only to be checked by Cedric’s

cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving the proceedings along

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench and

he resettled into his chair, his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair

her clear

retreated, her lips moved silently,

thorough investigation, I’ve prepared a few questions for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed

pounded like a drum, her throat dry as she swallowed

had heard the rumors about Arnold from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut to crack, impervious to bribes and influence.

Many a tycoon sought to woo them, hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While many prosecutors appeared upright, they often conducted backdoor

Not only was he a crusader for justice, but he was also a

to bribe him? His pocket