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!

Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard this bang, would

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

“Please avoid hypothetical

last person to see the victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the murderer. Moreover, you claimed my client attempted to poison the victim with fentanyl, but fentanyl is not a poison. It’s a commonly

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

carries significant risk. The defense should stick

client was present, but no one can directly link

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

Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering

managing her expression, her cheeks twitching with the effort

She was terrified

Chapter 583

might lose control and laugh out

thought, “Oh, Cynthia, you wretch! You couldn’t best me in

sat down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne family members

from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet

nothing can shut his filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him.

Thaddeus’s mother’s plight, sighed, “Killing someone is too easy. But then, the world would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death,

never allow Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,”

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

remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity

penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to

come to

had attempted a valiant comeback, only to be checked

defense has no new evidence to present, then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving the proceedings along as

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench

gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting

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

moved silently,

voice resonating through the courtroom as

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

heard the rumors about Arnold from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough

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

he a crusader for justice, but he was also a

him? His pocket change could bury

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