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!

the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any

interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I

spoke, “Please avoid hypothetical

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.

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

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

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

direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable can her memory be? Could she have colluded with others? Her testimony is utterly unreliable!”

silent, all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating

expression, her cheeks

She was terrified

Chapter 583

control and laugh out

thought, “Oh, Cynthia, you wretch! You couldn’t best me in life, what makes you think you can in death? Ridiculous!”

reached a deadlock, Jason sat down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne

all this fuss? We should’ve handled it from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in

filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue

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, and he would never

his

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

courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue beneath water,

that moment, his penetrating and unfathomable gaze

come to an end.

a valiant comeback, only to be checked

to present, then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

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

his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last

her clear

Arnold’s gaze retreated, her lips moved silently, mouthing the words “Good

the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice

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

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

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 dealings, serving the

was a different breed. Not only was he a

to bribe him? His pocket change

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