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!

out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard this

Honor, I object to the

avoid hypothetical questions,

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 a commonly available

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

“Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should stick

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

witness cannot serve as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable can her

all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering in

hung her head low, desperately managing her expression, her cheeks twitching with

She was terrified

she might lose control and laugh

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

his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne family members looked ready to

with Byron, strangled her in her cell,

nothing can shut his filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him.

never know the true

never allow Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra added icily.

less what Frederic thinks. A man who didn’t 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 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 peace.”

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

penetrating and unfathomable

debate had come to an

a valiant comeback, only to

cross–examine the

falcon’s, rose slowly. He bowed solemnly

his chair, his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair and

her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked with nervous energy,

her lips moved silently, mouthing the

for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom

dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a

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