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

sternly, “Your Honor, I object to the

Ivan spoke, “Please avoid hypothetical questions,

a suspect, but not definitively the murderer.

but as you know, an overdose

significant risk. The defense

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

witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable can her memory be?

all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face, anger

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

She was terrified

Chapter 583

control and laugh out

in life, what makes

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

should’ve handled it from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet bowl, and be done with it!” Aviana seethed with

filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him.

sighed, “Killing someone is too easy. But then, the world would never know

to regret his cold–hearted

twenty years married to a murderer, what kind of regret could he possibly

the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a

moment, his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to

come to

comeback, only to be checked by Cedric’s relentless counter–attack.

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

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

solemnly to the bench

swept over the last row,

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

her lips moved

announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her, menacing and

her throat dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a knot

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

sensitive bunch with tremendous power. Many a tycoon sought to woo them, hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most.

was a different breed. Not only was he a crusader for

His pocket change could

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