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.‘

stayed eerily silent, as if they had never heard

on for over two decades and not say a word, especially as the internet hurled insults–it was clear

funeral was a hastily arranged affair

a man who had committed so many atrocities? That

Time moved on.

the Elspeth case

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

tranquility of the cemetery, a

lilies, Mrs. Winter’s favorite, at the foot of the marble headstone. Overwhelmed with emotion, she stood behind Thaddeus, her eyes brimming

the headstone

was the most immaculately kept in the entire cemetery–a testament to Thaddeus‘ devotion, year in and year out, ensuring

I’m here to see

beautiful face in the photo. “But this time it’s different. I’m not alone. I remember you always worried I’d be lonely. Mom, you can rest easy now. I’m doing well. Since you left,

to Evadne’s side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his lips curving in pleasure. “See, isn’t she beautiful? I think she’s

her hands nervously intertwined as

Thaddeus‘ mother was standing

you. This is

last word, choked with emotion. “All I want

Evadne whispered, tears clinging to her lashes.

must be happy for me too,

a gentle breeze caressed Evadne’s cheek, scattering her tears, as

at the photograph of

thought, “Mrs. Winter, was it you? Are