The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I... I didn't... I didn't poison her!" Shannon stubbornly denied it to the end.
Axel ignored her denial, his tone heavy and stern. "Back then, you escaped from the crime scene in a panic but forgot to take
this pill bottle with you. The case was ruled as a suicide, which made you let your guard down and not return to the scene.
"The Salvador family also sealed off that room, thinking it was haunted because someone died in it. Unexpectedly, their
unintentional action helped the police preserve the crime scene to this day. The anti- depressants in this bottle were swapped out
and left by Mary's bedside. The residue of the pills was still inside the bottle. After investigating, it was not fentanyl, but cyanide."
Cyanide?!
The crowd flew into an uproar. That was poison! Forget consuming it; even being in contact with it was lethal.
This woman was truly evil!
Shannon's mind was in a mess.
A murderer like her finally got a taste of how it felt to be wrongfully accused, and she desperately tried to defend herself. "I didn't!
I didn't use that to poison Mary! You're framing me!" "Framing you? If I did, can you explain why your fingerprints are on that
bottle?"
Axel's cold gaze was like a dagger. He pressed further. "Let me reconstruct the scene for everyone. After you entered her room,
you found an excuse to trick Mrs. Salvador into taking her pills, causing her to die from poisoning. You were afraid of being
exposed, so you threw her body off the balcony, disguising it as a suicide."
Shannon shook her head madly, almost breaking down. "No... It's not like that!"
Axel's brows furrowed as he slammed the table. "Shannon, let me tell you that Mrs. Salvador's body is still buried in the
cemetery. As long as her family agrees, we could still extract her body for an autopsy. Even if she had only bones left, with the
advanced technology now, we could still determine whether Mrs. Salvador died from impact or from poisoning."
"No! No! I didn't poison her!"
Shannon's skeletal hands grabbed the railing, her eyes bloodshot and crazed as she shook the bars that trapped her. "She
wanted to hit me, so I got into a fight with her. I
accidentally pushed her down, but I

didn't poison her!"
She blurted out the truth. It was true that they framed her, but the intense questioning was a tactic.
If Shannon indeed had a clear
conscience and was innocent, no matter how much people tried to deceive or trick her, she could never admit to something she
had never done.
As if waking up from a dream, Shannon's body turned stiff, and her blood ran cold. She immediately covered her mouth.
However, it was too late.
Every word she said was heard clearly by everyone in court.
The courtroom was as silent as a grave.
Everyone's shocked and furious gazes focused on Shannon as if they wanted to tear her into pieces.
Gregory's face paled instantly. His hands, resting on his knees, gradually balled into trembling fists, and every vein in his body
seemed frozen, rendering him immobile A surging wave of excruciating pain
spread out from his spasming heart, reaching every nerve ending.
In a daze, he thought of the words Justin left him the day at the cemetery when they confronted each other, which haunted him
every night.
"My mother was not a weakling who sought relief through death! She died because of Shannon..."