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!

“Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside

“Your Honor, I object to the defense

avoid hypothetical questions,

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

as you know, an overdose can

carries significant risk. The

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

“Your Honor, the plaintiff’s witness cannot serve as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before

all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering

her head low, desperately managing her expression, her

She was terrified

that she might lose control and laugh out loud

couldn’t best me in life,

a furious red, his heart unwilling to let

Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet bowl, and be done with it!” Aviana seethed with

was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out,

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

never allow Frederic to regret his

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.

Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his

unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold, the

had come to an end.

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

invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the

slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench and to

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

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

retreated, her lips moved silently, mouthing the words “Good luck.”

questions for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her,

as she swallowed hard.

heard the rumors about Arnold from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut