the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 769: The Sins You Can Never Wash Away in Your Lifetime
"Stone Leclair threatened Ms. Carter with her only son. Ms. Carter sent a distress signal to my client, stating that after finalizing her will, she chose suicide as the only way to protect her son." Brock Gray revealed the shocking truth, enunciating each word with precision.
"You’re spouting nonsense!" Stone Leclair’s eyes bulged, his entire demeanor twisted into a state of frenzied rage.
"We have a recording of you threatening Beatrice Carter. Your assistant, Secretary Liu, has always been working for Mr. Leclair. Stone Leclair, even now, are you still refusing to admit your guilt?" Brock Gray’s voice thundered with condemnation.
Stone Leclair stared blankly, realizing he could no longer pin the blame on Ignatius Leclair. Even more crushing, his most trusted aide, Secretary Liu, had been secretly working for Ignatius all along. Every dark deed, every sordid transaction—matters he had entrusted to Liu—had been exposed.
Realizing this, Stone Leclair’s world collapsed entirely. Clenching his fists, he screamed hysterically at Ignatius Leclair, "You bastard! I should have killed you the moment you were born! And that wretched woman Beatrice Carter—I should have tossed her into the sea to feed the fish long ago. I’ll kill all of you!"
Stone Leclair lost all semblance of control. With fists raised, he lunged furiously toward Ignatius Leclair, plunging the courtroom into utter chaos.
Within moments, Stone Leclair was subdued, yet he continued shouting threats, vowing to kill everyone.
The case took such an unexpected turn that the conclusion stunned everyone present.
The plaintiff turned into a murderer; the defendant narrowly escaped; the deceased was revealed to have died by coerced suicide. Such a vicious plot—it was chilling even to contemplate.
From start to finish, Ignatius Leclair maintained an icy composure, his regal indifference making him seem like an outsider observing the scene unfold. He watched Stone Leclair unravel, losing his sanity and confessing to all his crimes. A faint, cold smile curled his lips, his enigmatic gaze fixed on the nearly sixty-year-old man.
It was this very man who had caused the death of his beloved mother. Even if Stone Leclair were to die a hundred times over, it would never suffice to atone for his sins. Now old, disgraced, his monstrous visage fully unveiled, his remaining years would be spent behind bars. This was Stone Leclair’s fate.
The presiding judge struck the gavel for the third time, announcing a recess to deliberate.
The case was clear—every stone overturned, every truth revealed. Even a seasoned judge, held in high regard, had never witnessed a courtroom scene as dangerous and unpredictable as this. Each successive twist left the attendees drenched in cold sweat.
The trial’s conclusion emerged gradually. This was the first case in history where the plaintiff became the perpetrator of murder. After fervent discussions among the jurors, the verdict for the first hearing was delivered: Ignatius Leclair was acquitted, while Stone Leclair was sentenced to twenty years in prison for multiple counts of murder.
After the trial ended, the courtroom erupted in astonishment. Spectators, as if waking from a surreal dream, stood frozen in place. Even five minutes after closing, no one had left the room.
As Stone Leclair was about to be taken away, a man who had remained silent throughout suddenly spoke, "May I have a word with him?"
His voice, low yet chilling, held an inexplicable weight. The entire courtroom fell silent.
Ignatius Leclair walked over, looking down at the man who had collapsed onto the ground and was propped up weakly, barely able to stand. A trace of disgust flickered in Ignatius’s phoenix-like eyes. He leaned in, towering above him, and said with a cold smirk, "The surveillance footage inside the hospital room? I had someone shoot it on-site days ago. Secretary Liu’s betrayal of you—that was entirely fabricated by me. I just enjoy watching you admit your sins on your own. Your guilt is something you’ll never wash away."
Stone Leclair’s pupils dilated sharply. He let out a harrowing scream, unable to form a single word. Overwhelmed by rage, he suffered a stroke on his right side, collapsing entirely into paralysis.
