Instantly, all eyes fell on Nathaniel Sloan.
Noelle Lockwood’s throat tightened, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes.
’Nathaniel has never doubted that suicide note, not for all these years. He won’t expose me... He won’t, he won’t!’
’As Estelle Lockwood’s ex-husband, his words carry enough weight. As long as Nathaniel says the note is real, then it has to be real!’
Rose Lowell had clearly thought of this too, and she hinted through gritted teeth, "N-Nathaniel, you know best what kind of person Estelle was. The matter is settled. She, she..."
Estelle Lockwood smiled as she looked at Nathaniel Sloan.
’So, what will Mr. Sloan say?’
’He saw the suicide note back then and believed she had written it. So after five years, what will he say now?’
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Nathaniel Sloan’s answer.
When Laura Jennings saw Noelle Lockwood silently shedding tears, she couldn’t help but scowl and snap, "Nathaniel, what is there to hesitate about! This is obviously that bitch Estelle Lockwood’s suicide note. She was just that petty and jealous of Noelle!"
Laura Jennings’s voice grew shriller. "Think about it! Would Noelle lie to you? The Lockwoods are Estelle’s biological parents. Would they play favorites?!"
Noelle Lockwood lowered her gaze, her expression a mask of gentle innocence that concealed the venom in her heart.
’We have years of history together,’ she thought. ’I trust Nathaniel not to expose me. Besides, even he can’t prove that Estelle Lockwood didn’t write this suicide note.’
’And with that fool Laura Jennings running interference for me...’
"As for Young Mr. Kendrick’s question, I feel there is nothing to answer."
Nathaniel Sloan had broken the silence.
Henry Kendrick raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why is that?"
Noelle Lockwood’s heart raced, and she secretly clenched her fists.
’Why does Nathaniel think there’s nothing to answer? Because... because this IS Estelle Lockwood’s suicide note! The evidence is conclusive, so what is there to talk about?’
’That has to be it, it has to be!’
"Because..."
Nathaniel Sloan’s expression grew somber, his gaze cold and distant. He said, word by word, "Because Estelle is alive. How could there be a suicide note?"
Because Estelle is alive. How could there be a suicide note?
Estelle is alive?
It took the crowd a few seconds to process what that meant.
...Estelle Lockwood is still alive?! Estelle Lockwood isn’t dead?!
If Estelle Lockwood is alive, then she certainly couldn’t have written a suicide note. But Estelle Lockwood has been dead for five years! If Nathaniel Sloan says she’s not dead, then who is this woman?!
Noelle Lockwood’s throat tightened instinctively. "Nathaniel, you were there the day my sister was cremated. You watched her being laid to rest. She, she..."
Rose Lowell also panicked, babbling, "Y-yes, that’s right, Nathaniel! Why would you think Estelle is still alive? Has someone tricked you? Besides... besides, we’re talking about the suicide note right now! Even if... even if Estelle isn’t dead, that doesn’t mean she didn’t write a suicide note!"
Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes were ice-cold. "Since Mrs. Lockwood wants to discuss the suicide note, let’s discuss the suicide note."
Estelle Lockwood raised an eyebrow, curious to see what Nathaniel Sloan was going to say.
Nathaniel Sloan’s expression was calm, but just by standing there, he exuded an intensely oppressive aura.
The man’s voice was cold and clear. "Mrs. Lockwood, when Estelle first returned to the Lockwood family, you scorned her for not being as talented as Noelle. You scorned her for not knowing how to play instruments or paint, and you mocked her poor handwriting."
The crowd was confused. Weren’t they supposed to be discussing the suicide note? Why was Nathaniel Sloan bringing this up?
Estelle Lockwood’s expression flickered, however.

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