Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Powell family is finished, Elisa kneels down

Elisa was shocked, her whole body trembling. There was a lump in her throat, like a thorn stuck there that she could neither swallow nor spit out. It was lodged in her throat, choking her.

In the courtroom, the entire spectator stand was filled with people. Relatives who could never be gathered together were all here today, with various expressions on their faces. Elisa glanced hurriedly around and saw only contempt.

Sitting in the front, Ivan Powell saw Elisa come in. His eyes were fierce and resentful. He stood up abruptly and rushed over, raising his hand to slap Elisa hard across the face.

The slap was merciless. Elisa's head jerked to the side, a ringing in her right ear. Her mind was already flying elsewhere.

"Elisa, where have you been these past four days? How do you still have the nerve to come here! It's you who harmed Dad! It wasn't enough for you to kill my mother, now you have to kill my father too!"

The sound of the slap attracted everyone's attention. Dozens of eyes stared at Elisa, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

Elisa felt their gazes piercing her like knives, ready to skin and dismantle her.

Ivan's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted in fury as he roared loudly, "You bitch, trash, cursed star, harbinger of death! Mom never should have given birth to you back then. Even if she did, I should have made Dad drown you alive! Elisa, you've stolen everything from me!"

Each sentence stabbed viciously at Elisa. Her mind went blank, her eyes lost focus, wavering until they finally fixed on Ivan's vicious face.

Seeing his hand raised to slap her again, Hamish yanked Elisa back by the waist, "Are you going to pay for it if you hit her crooked?"

Hamish was smiling, a gentle expression normally, but sinister on his face.

Ivan was a coward who only dared bully Elisa, not brave enough to provoke Hamish.

He glared at Elisa with hatred, as if she wasn't his sister but his sworn enemy.

Hamish dragged the dazed Elisa to sit in the front row with good visibility and audio. Elisa clenched her hands tightly, nails digging into her flesh, the pain piercing her heart. She knew this was just the beginning.

The judges filed in and Koby was escorted in. Seeing Elisa, hope flashed through his eyes. Disregarding everything, he shouted, "Elisa, my daughter, you must save me. Dad is wrongly accused, I was framed,"

The judge rapped his gavel sternly. "Silence!"

The room instantly quieted. Only the sound of the judge flipping through papers could be heard.

Elisa didn't know what happened or was said after that. It was as if her soul had left her body. She stared blankly at Koby.

Was this her father?

Right?

But why did she feel so unfamiliar with him?

Koby kept his head lowered. Even with his buzzcut hair Elisa could see streaks of white mixed in, the wrinkles on his face deeper. Only now did Elisa truly feel that the father she had lived with for 24 years was really old.

When the verdict came out, Koby broke down crying in the courtroom. Elisa dazedly tugged on Hamish's sleeve, asking, "What was the trial verdict?"

"You didn't hear it?" Hamish suddenly leaned in close to Elisa's ear, his breath tickling her earlobe. "Your dad's finished. He's not only paying money but also with his life, sentenced to death."

That can't be. It can't be this kind of result. She didn't believe Hamish, but why was her dad crying?

"Why? In her four years of marriage to Hamish, what she thought about most was why. Why doesn't he love her? Why doesn't he come home to eat the meals she makes? Why doesn't he remember her anymore?"

"There are no whys. Hamish leaned back in his chair, an amused look at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just watched a great movie and was extremely satisfied in spirit.

"Did you have a hand in this matter with my dad?"

Pretty clever, though not knowing the details she guessed the key point right away.

Hamish gave a mocking laugh. "Did I force him to sign the agreement? Did I make him invest those 3 million? Your dad is not wrongly accused at all. The ones wrongly accused are the seven dead people. His one life pays for seven lives. He made a profit."

"Speaking of which, if not for you giving him that 3 million, he wouldn't have had the ability to sign the contract."

"All things considered, you indirectly harmed your own father. Your brother wasn't wrong."

His voice seemed icy, piercing her ears and freezing her internal organs. Elisa's eyes grew redder, as if blood would start dripping out.

Her hands were clasped tightly on her knees but she still felt so cold, shivering all over.

Hamish didn't seem to notice her agony. He intimately draped an arm over her shoulder, stroking the slap mark on her face. "Elisa, you can beg me. I have a little evidence here. It won't help much but it can let your dad live out the rest of his days well in prison, not be executed in a week. Do you need to consider it?"

He was coercing her.