His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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 table, nearly scaring the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon

his hand, interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I object to the defense

“Please avoid hypothetical questions, Counselor.”

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. Moreover, you claimed my client attempted to poison the victim with fentanyl, but fentanyl is not a poison. It’s

be an anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose can

fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should

present, but no

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

fell silent, all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face,

her expression, her cheeks twitching with the effort to

She was terrified

control and laugh out loud in

“Oh, Cynthia, you wretch! You couldn’t best me in life, what makes you think

eyes a furious red, his heart

the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her

him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out,

know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death, and he would never be able

Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra

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. It would just disturb my

thick tension that hung over the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as

moment, his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to

come to an end.

to be checked by

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

falcon’s, rose slowly. He bowed

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

color of soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes

moved silently, mouthing the words “Good

thorough investigation, I’ve prepared a few questions for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the

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

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