His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 584

‘I didn’t poison her Elspeth’s denial was as futile as a turkey claiming it wasn’t Thanksgiving.

Amold ignored her protests, his voice a low and chitting timbre. “At the time, you panicked and fled the scene of the crime, but you forgot to take this vial with you. The victim’s death was ruled a suicide, which made you complacent, and you never returned to check the scene. The Abernathys, superstitious after a death in the room, sealed it off, inadvertently preserving the crime scene for the police. This vial, it replaced the antidepressants on her nightstand. And the residue inside, upon testing, wasn’t Fentanyl, but cyanide.

Cyanide?

The room erupted in shock, that was the king of poisons! Ingesting or even touching it could be fatal!

This woman was sheer malevolence!

Elspeth’s mind was in shambles!

As someone accused of murder, she knew the feeling of being wronged all too well and began to hysterically defend herself, “I didn’t! I didn’t poison Cynthia with that stuff! You’re framing me!”

“Framing you? Then explain why your fingerprints are on the vial?”

Arnold’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, closing in, “Let’s reconstruct the events. You entered the room, concocted a story, and tricked Cynthia into taking the poison, leading to her demise. Fearing exposure, you threw her body off the balcony, crafting a suicide farce!”

Elspeth shook her head in frenzied denial, on the verge of collapse, “No, it wasn’t like that!”

Arnold’s expression shifted, and he stood abruptly, “Elspeth, let me tell you, Cynthia’s body is buried in the East End Cemetery. If her family consents, we can exhume the body for autopsy! Even if all that’s left is a skeleton, modern forensics can still detect whether she died from a fall or was poisoned!”

I didn’t poison her!”

cage, “We got into a scuffle! I accidentally pushed her over! I didn’t poison

spilled

true; the relentless

she were innocent, no amount of deceit should have made her confess to acts she

stiffening as her blood ran cold, covering her

it was too

was heard clearly by

was

shocked and angry gaze pierced Elspeth, as if

pale as a ghost, clenched his trembling fists, feeling every vein freeze, torment spreading from his convulsing

the cemetery, haunting him: “My mother never sought release in death.

pushed Cynthia to her death.

life, and he, unknowingly, had cherished the murderer for

but

gaze filled with hatred as

Cynthia’s funeral.

worthless. And belated tears,

utter shock, his world upended at

He finally understood-

“crime scene reconstruction” was a farce,

trap was set from his first word, cornering Elspeth into a