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!

of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon

I object to

Ivan spoke, “Please avoid hypothetical

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 my client attempted to poison the victim with fentanyl, but fentanyl is not a poison. It’s a commonly available anesthetic, even obtainable at clinics

you know,

and retorted fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should stick to the facts and not

from a fall. My client was present, but no one can directly link Cynthia’s death to my

serve as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years,

eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering

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

She was terrified

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lose control and laugh

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

red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne

strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet bowl, and be done

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

know the true cause

his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra added icily.

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.

remained as composed as a statue beneath water,

and unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold, the prosecutor.

come to

a valiant comeback, only to

no new evidence to present, then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

slowly. He bowed solemnly to the

resettled into his chair, his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting

soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked with

lips moved silently,

for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating

pounded like a drum, her throat dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a knot tighten in his chest.

from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut to crack, impervious to

for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While many prosecutors appeared upright, they often conducted backdoor dealings, serving the

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

him? His pocket change