His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 566

The explosion of the helicopter over the suburban skies was bound to hit the headlines. Locals had captured the entire incident on video, and it stirred up a storm online.

It looked like a scandal, but the next day, the police released an official statement through their channels, declaring that the chopper was the getaway vehicle for an internationally wanted criminal trying to evade capture. All six onboard were confirmed dead. Public opinion did a complete turnaround, and the citizens cheered, feeling that justice had been served.

The forensic report on Byron had come in, confirming he died of mechanical asphyxiation. Given the direction of the ligature marks and the struggle signs on his body, it was clear–it was a deliberate murder.

But in a detention center with hundreds of inmates and over a hundred officers, no one could pinpoint the culprit.

Or perhaps someone was obstructing the investigation from the shadows, hoping the case would never see the light of day.

Online opinions about Byron’s death varied:

“Good riddance! We were worried about sentencing him to death, but it looks like justice was served swiftly!”

“He got off too easy. He should’ve rotted in jail for years, starving and getting beat up every day until he died!”

“Yeah, he died too quickly, without tasting enough pain. That’s a real shame!”

“But the biggest tragedy is that the victims didn’t get to see Byron face justice. They didn’t get to see him despised and spat upon by everyone. That’s the regret!”

Yet no one spoke in favor of Byron–unless they were out of their mind.‘

family stayed eerily silent, as if they had

of the Chambers family, to lose a son he had doted on for over two decades and not say a word, especially as the internet hurled insults–it was clear he wished the nation would

funeral was a hastily arranged

who had

Time moved on.

case was only two days

to visit his mother–Mrs. Winter’s resting place.

tranquility of the cemetery, a profound

Winter’s favorite, at the foot of the marble headstone. Overwhelmed with

wiping the headstone with a pristine white

noted that this grave was the most immaculately kept in the entire cemetery–a testament to Thaddeus‘ devotion,

to see you again.”

it’s different. I’m not alone. I remember you always worried I’d be lonely. Mom, you

her shoulders, his lips curving in

nervously intertwined as if embodying the

though Thaddeus‘ mother was standing right there

formally introduce you. This is Evadne, the

choked with emotion. “All

tears clinging

for me too, right?”

caressed Evadne’s cheek, scattering her tears, as if an invisible hand was soothing

intently at the photograph of the smiling woman.

you? Are you silently responding