Chapter 581

The courtroom erupted into chaos. The nation was in shock.

Frederic’s face drained of color as if the blood had been siphoned from his veins. He leapt from his chair as if it had burst into flames, standing abruptly without a care for decorum, staring in disbelief at Elspeth.

Cynthia? Hadn’t she taken her own life because of severe depression? How had it turned into murder?

How could the murderer be Elspeth, the woman who had shared his bed for twenty years?

“I do it!” Elspeth sobbed, shaking her head as she locked eyes with him.

Thaddeus’s icy gaze slid inch by inch onto Frederic’s pale, plaster–like face. He couldn’t help but let out a bone–chilling laugh from the deepest, most bitter part of his chest.

Even now, he didn’t see the slightest hint of sorrow for his mother on this callous man’s face. What Frederic felt was not disbelief out of love for Elspeth.

blind, having spent twenty years

like he’d been struck in the back of the head with

had blindsided him completely. In his decade–plus career, he had never seen anything like this. It was supposed to be a clear–cut case of murder for hire, so how had Thaddeus’s mother’s case

then he would

shouted in desperation, “Your Honor! This witness is irrelevant to the case at hand, please dismiss her right

Honor, the defense previously stated that Elspeth couldn’t possibly be the killer because she’s a cultured, high–character society lady But my witness here can attest that the defense’s argument is

a slight nod, “Then let the defense proceed with

was seeing stars

dignity in the audience, remembering the dread his presence inspired. She dared not hold

Mr. Abernathy’s mistress. Only because

mark of shame, and she roared in anger, “Who are you calling a mistress? Who? I’m not a mistress. I am the legitimate chairwoman of the Abernathy Group! I am Mr. Abernathy’s wife! It was

turned as dark as a thundercloud. He wished he could send someone

cherished the gentle and virtuous Cynthia by his side, instead entangling himself with such

Elspeth’s distorted face, shaking her head in disdain. “To claim what was taken from another as her own. Impenetrable shamelessness. No

was but a ruse. If she truly were content, my mother would not have met

felt a sharp pain in his chest, though his eyes remained as cold as a lake frozen over, “As for Frederic, she can have him. Such

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