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.

so blind, having spent

like he’d been struck in the back of the

was supposed to be a clear–cut case of murder for hire, so how had Thaddeus’s mother’s case gotten

then he would be dragged through

to the case at hand, please dismiss her right to testify!”

because she’s a cultured, high–character society lady But my witness here can attest that the defense’s argument is nothing but a cunning ploy to exonerate their client. Thus, this witness is indeed

nod, “Then

stars from rage.

at Thaddeus, who sat with a stern dignity in the audience, remembering the dread his presence inspired. She dared

ordered by Mr. Abernathy to attend to Elspeth’s daily needs, while she was nothing more than Mr. Abernathy’s mistress. Only because she carried the heir to the Abernathy empire was she temporarily welcomed into the

like a 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

as dark as a thundercloud. He wished he could send

had he not cherished the gentle and virtuous Cynthia by his side, instead entangling himself with such

muttered under her breath as she observed Elspeth’s distorted face, shaking her head in disdain. “To claim what was taken from another as her own. Impenetrable shamelessness. No wonder she could cling to their house, accept a loveless

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

cold as a lake frozen over, “As

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