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Chapter 580

Chapter 580

The courtroom was electric with tension, a palpable force that seemed to thrum through the very air. Jason had been quiet for the most part, his reticence a sharp contrast to Cedric’s animated display, which appeared to have left Jason at a disadvantage.

In the gallery, Nydia’s heart was a frantic rabbit, hopping madly with anxiety. Her gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into Jason, and her eyes ached with the strain of her concern. She wished she could do more than just silently cheer him on from the sidelines.

“The plaintiff’s counsel, please proceed,” Ivan announced, his voice grave but his eyes briefly softening with a brotherly confidence as they met Jason’s.

The Dempsey siblings, though grown and less intertwined in each other’s lives, still maintained a certain moral compass, unlike Cedric, who seemed to have sold his soul in the relentless pursuit of wealth. Ivan and Jason, they played by the rules, never crossing those ethical lines.

Cedric, on the other hand, held a condescending view of Jason and frequently chided Ivan for being “stuck in the past,” boasting about how he was the pillar of the Dempsey family – the eldest son blessed with high expectations from their parents, and the one to uphold the family’s prestige once their father, a venerable judge, retired.

But Cedric was blissfully unaware of the steep price that was silently accruing against all he had acquired–a price that would demand a harsh reckoning for his moral bankruptcy.

Jason presented a document, his clear eyes flashing dangerously. “As we all know, the defendant, Elspeth, is far from the innocent she’s been made out to be. She’s been summoned by the prosecution more than once before her arrest.”

His use of “as we all know” was a blatant jab at Cedric, essentially accusing him of lying through his teeth.

“Her arrest was not just for suspicion of murder–for–hire, but also for drug possession and use in public.”

The screen in the courtroom flickered to life, showing footage of Elspeth in a drugged stupor at the racetrack’s lounge, her moans of pleasure making the audience and even the judges cringe in discomfort.

Cedric glared at Jason, keenly aware of the game he was playing.

“Turn it off, turn it off now! Stop playing it!” Elspeth cried out, her face red with shame and anger.

Jason was intent on using the video as damning evidence, aiming to shame the defendant once more, and he did so mercilessly.

Evadne watched the screen with icy detachment, a sly smile playing on her l*ps. “If this video were played at Elspeth’s funeral, it would be quite the spectacle. A fitting end to a filthy life.”

“Funeral?” Thaddeus, holding a delicate hand, his l*ps twisted in a cruel smirk, added, “After this trial, I doubt Frederic would afford her a dignified funeral, or even bother with a proper send–off.”

Glynnis had excused herself, fearing more than just eyestrain if she stayed any longer.

Frederic closed his eyes in anger, wishing he could leave without looking back. But his departure would signal a retreat, and who would stay to witness the farce that would unfold after?

Jason continued, his tone cold, “Tell me, how can someone with such a severe addiction, who needs her fix at any time and place, be more stable than the defendant, Ward? I’ve seen addicts in withdrawal commit desperate acts, sometimes not even aware of their own actions. The likelihood that she harbored murderous intent is extremely high.”

Elspeth glared back at him, her face red as a boiled lobster.

“Your Honor, I object! The plaintiff’s counsel is speculating without evidence, and it’s irrelevant to the case!” Cedric protested, standing abruptly.

Ivan paused, then looked to Jason. “Plaintiff’s counsel, please keep your questions relevant to the case.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

Jason regained his composure and looked meaningfully towards Evadne and Thaddeus, who gave him a slight nod.

He turned his sharp gaze back to Elspeth. “Ms. Elspeth, you claim you’ve never killed anyone. I ask you again, is this true? This is your last chance to come clean.”

Cedric scoffed at the simplicity of Jason’s question.

“No I can’t even kill a chicken, how could I kill a person?” Elspeth’s mind raced, recalling how she’d always manipulated others to do her d*rty work. With such stature, she would never soil her hands. “No matter how many times you ask, my answer is the same, never!”

“Very well, Jason said, turning to face the judge. “Your Honor, I’d like to call a new witness to testify on the murder–for–hire charge

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involving Elspeth.”

The courtroom buzzed with confusion as Ivan nodded his approval.

The heavy courtroom doors opened, and a haggard middle–aged woman stepped in, her hair peppered with gray and her clothes modest and worn. This unremarkable woman struck Elspeth like a thunderbolt, terror gripping her heart.

With a clatter, Elspeth collapsed against the defendant’s rail, barely holding herself upright.

It was the maid.

The maid in hiding, banished to the quaint R City, how on earth could she be here? She had people on her for years, eyes watching her every move. Even when she was detained, Glynnis was supposed to handle everything. How could she possibly get caught and be testifying in court?

It had to be a con. That woman must be an actress hired by Jason, right?

A sudden thought struck Elspeth, her bloodshot eyes fiercely piercing towards Thaddeus.

And, as fate would have it, at that very moment, Thaddeus met her gaze with his own inscrutable, icy stare, as if ready to violently sever her throat in an instant!

In a flash, it all clicked for Elspeth. Thaddeus had been pulling the strings all along, fl*pping the maid to his side, silently removing all the watchdogs she had planted.

Such decisive cruelty, such cunning, it was indeed a move Thaddeus was capable of!

Elspeth’s eyes darted frantically as she scrambled for a strategy.

With gritted teeth, she steeled herself, thinking that the incident had happened twenty years ago. Twenty years! What did it matter if the maid testified? She hadn’t seen anything firsthand, and any evidence had long since vanished.

With that thought, her expression softened slightly, and she slowly straightened up.

Frederic looked at the maid with a puzzled frown, unable to recall who she was.

Even though she had once served the woman he loved for years.

Evadne’s heart pounded with nerves, her breathing unsteady. Thankfully, Thaddeus was there, his arm around her waist, silently calming her. Slowly, her heartbeat steadied.

She was not one to lose her composure easily.

But this time, it involved the person she loved the most, the most crucial battle.

A vendetta of twenty years, a day of reckoning.

The maid sat uncomfortably in the witness stand, not daring to look down at the audience, much less at Elspeth, her legs shaking like leaves under the desk.

Ivan glanced over the witness’s file, his gaze narrowing before he asked routinely, “Your name, witness?”

“Yolanda,” the maid answered timidly.

“I’ve reviewed your file,” Ivan continued, “Twenty years ago, you worked as a maid for the Abernathy family.”

Frederic’s eyes widened in surprise!

Only then did he recall that this woman was indeed a maid of the Abernathy household, and specifically Cynthia’s personal maid.

After Cynthia’s death, the maid had made an excuse to resign. He had long forgotten this minor character, never expecting their next meeting to be in a courtroom, and as a witness, no less!

When Frederic thought of Cynthia, a pang throbbed in his chest, making him subconsciously clutch at his shirt.

Yolanda nodded, “Yes. Twenty years ago, I worked at the Abernathy family’s Windermere Estate, as the maid of the late Mrs. Winter, Mr. Thaddeus’s mother, taking care of her daily needs.”

That name, buried for twenty years, now unfamiliar to many.

Only Thaddeus’s eyes brimmed with tears, blurring his vengeful gaze.

Cedric scoffed coldly, thinking this was nothing but a desperate ploy, smoke and mirrors, “Counsel for the plaintiff, what relevance does this witness have to the case?”

All eyes turned to Jason, and Arnold watched with a mix of anticipation and anxiety for his next move.

Ignoring Cedric, Jason approached Yolanda and declared with conviction, “Your Honor, this witness may not seem directly related

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to this case.”

Cedric could hardly hide his scorn upon hearing this.

But his smugness lasted a mere three seconds, as Jason’s next statement left him and everyone else in the courtroom agape, “However, she can confirm that Elspeth is connected to a homicide that occurred twenty years ago.”

The crowd murmured in shock.

“Twenty years ago, at the Abernathy family’s Windermere Estate, Mrs. Abernathy–Mrs. Winter–fell to her death. The police ruled it a suicide at the time, and the Abernathy family, eager to minimize the fallout, quickly closed the case. But now, I can assert with confidence to everyone here- Mrs. Winter did not commit suicide; it was murder! And the person responsible for her death is none other than Elspeth!”

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