the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 765: This is Clearly a Case of Aristocratic Revenge
Gold Medal attorney Salvador Lawrence looked at the most prestigious scion of the aristocracy and, with a moment of speechlessness, continued to ask, "Did the defendant have an extremely hostile relationship with the deceased, and with his biological father, Stone Leclair?"
"That’s correct." Ignatius Leclair curled his lips into a mocking smile.
The courtroom burst into an uproar. Such direct and unrestrained words—did this Leclair heir have unparalleled backing, or was his confidence unshakable? The direction of the trial was completely unpredictable.
"On the night of October 25th, 2012, when Ms. Beatrice Carter passed away, where was Mr. Leclair?"
"At the hospital. My wife was pregnant, and I was at the hospital accompanying her during labor." The handsome man spoke leisurely, his phoenix-shaped eyes deep like an ancient pool. Mentioning his wife softened the harshness in his brows and gaze.
The audience erupted again, straining their ears to uncover the hidden scandals of the most prominent family in the South Seas. Ignatius Leclair had had numerous rumored girlfriends, but he had only ever publicly acknowledged one: the former national goddess, Delphine Carter. This Leclair heir had never announced a marriage, with only a five-year-old daughter known to exist.
As Delphine Carter retired from the limelight and withdrew from public view, everyone believed their relationship had soured. Unexpectedly, she had long since become Mrs. Leclair, and up until now, every mention of her elicited a look of profound affection from him. It was apparent their relationship was excellent—just exceptionally low-profile.
High-society women in the South Seas must be shedding tears in waves right now.
"So, you’re saying that on the night of the incident, the defendant and the deceased were in the same hospital?"
"That’s correct."
"Between 12 a.m. and 2 a.m. that night, where were you?"
"That late? I was resting with my wife," Ignatius Leclair said indifferently.
"Liar. At 12:35 a.m., you clearly entered the deceased’s room. Your Honor, I have surveillance footage proving the defendant lied." No sooner had Salvador Lawrence finished speaking than shock rippled through the courtroom.
The surveillance footage was played. As the timeline progressed, the elegantly handsome man appeared in the footage, entering the hospital room, and exiting only a few minutes later.
The tide immediately turned against him.
"Defendant, please explain: Why did you lie? Why did you enter the deceased’s room that night?" Salvador Lawrence’s voice grew sharp.
Ignatius Leclair remained silent.
"Let me narrate for you. You witnessed the breakdown of your parents’ marriage as a child and followed your mother in settling in the United Kingdom. Later, your biological father took a mistress and had a son with her. Your mother, frail in health, passed away because of it. That’s when you began to hate your father and stepmother. After reaching adulthood, you returned to the South Seas for revenge.
Ms. Carter, after surviving a car accident and undergoing surgery, was left too weak to move. You took that opportunity to enter the hospital room and remove your stepmother’s oxygen mask, staging it as a sudden death during a typhoon night. You used this chance to avenge yourself against your father, ruining his career in the process. This entire scheme was masterminded by you."
That night, only Ignatius Leclair had entered the deceased’s hospital room. The next morning, Beatrice Carter was found dead in her room. If it wasn’t sudden death, then it was murder. The courtroom murmured and debated fervently.
Jocelyn Yeager sat in the gallery, looking at the lofty figure standing in the defendant’s seat—Ignatius Leclair—and his smile grew warmer. This was truly a startling surprise. He hadn’t expected Stone Leclair to be holding such evidence. Even if Ignatius Leclair had a hundred tongues, he wouldn’t be able to explain this away.
When you can’t prove your innocence, then you’re guilty.
Faced with such dire accusations and incriminating evidence, the man standing in the defendant’s seat remained unfazed. From the start, his eyes had been fixed on the gallery. Searching, he failed to find the person he had hoped to see, and his phoenix eyes flickered with a trace of contemplation and unease.
Delphine, why didn’t you come?
