The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 

+25 BONUS 

“That’s right, it was in the news. She got drunk and crashed the car with her daughter inside.” 

“I thought she did it out of spite when she found out Frederick had kids with someone else.” 

“Poor woman.” 

Vanessa scowled when she heard the gossip. She hated being labeled as the mistress, especially since it wasn’t true. 

“Order in the court,” the judge demanded, silencing the murmurs from the audience. 

“First, we investigated what we had at hand,” Alistair continued, setting his folder aside. “Luckily, the vehicle and the evidence collected were still intact. When we reanalyzed the car, we found that its operating system had been damaged, and the brakes were completely non–functional.” 

“Was that damage caused by the crash?” Roberts asked skeptically. 

“No,” Alistair replied, as photos of the wreck were projected onto the screen. “Based on the way. vehicle crashed, there was no way the brakes and control panel could have been damaged in that manner. 

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Deborah felt a lump form in her throat as she saw the images. She fought the urge to cry, but Christian’s assistant noticed and handed her a tissue, gently squeezing her hand.. 

*So the car was sabotaged?” Christian questioned. 

“That’s correct,” Alistair confirmed. “And when we tried to retrieve Ms. Alexandra’s body for a new autopsy, we were shocked to find that this scumbag.” He pointed at Frederick, “had reduced her remains to this.” He pulled out a small evidence bag, revealing a pair of earrings and a ring. 

“Jewelry?” the judge asked, examining the bag. 

“As some of you may know, a recent trend allows people to transform the ashes of pets or loved ones into diamonds, Alistair explained. “It’s a process that’s supposedly regulated by law, but Frederick Turner, who wasn’t a relative of Ms. Alexandra Anderson, had her remains and those of Mr. Alexander Anderson turned into diamonds. He wore Alexandra daily as a twisted trophy, and kept Mr. Anderson as a keychain.” 

“That’s a lie!” Frederick protested. 

“Not at all. You dug up Mr. Anderson’s body and sold the grand mausoleum he had purchased as his final resting place just a month after Alexandra’s death,” Christian countered, bis expression hardening. 

“I think you’ve been watching too much TV, kid,” Vanessa sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance. Those are just cheap, ordinary diamonds.” 

“Don’t you dare insult my mother,” Deborah retorted, her voice trembling with anger. “I know everything. I know you paid off your judge friend to forge all the papers you needed to deceive everyone and pretend you were my family.”