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.

that he had been so blind, having spent twenty years

he’d been struck in the back of the head with a sledgehammer, his mind buzzing

decade–plus career, he had never seen anything like this. It was supposed to be a clear–cut

a killer, then he

in desperation, “Your Honor! This witness is irrelevant to the case at

iron was hot, “Your 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 nothing but a cunning ploy to exonerate their client. Thus, this witness is indeed

finally relented with a slight nod, “Then let the defense proceed with

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who sat with a stern dignity in the audience, remembering the dread his presence inspired. She dared not hold back any longer, spilling the

while she was nothing more than Mr. Abernathy’s mistress. Only because she carried the heir to the Abernathy empire was she

mistress? Who? I’m not a mistress. I am the legitimate chairwoman of the Abernathy

thundercloud. He wished he could send someone

virtuous Cynthia by his side, instead entangling

taken from another as her own. Impenetrable shamelessness. No wonder she could cling to their house, accept a loveless

If she truly were content, my mother

though his eyes remained as cold as a lake frozen over, “As for Frederic, she can have him.

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