The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1493

Yet, unbeknownst to himself, tears welled up in Justin’s eyes.

Justin thought, ‘Mom, if you’re in heaven, you’re definitely hearing this, right?’

“Didn’t he say thirty years… How did it end up being the death penalty?!”

Shannon’s cheeks twitched uncontrollably, as if her nerves had died. Her face was pale, as if drained of blood. “You’re sentencing me unfairly! I’ll appeal! I’ll appeal!”

Hunter gripped the table’s edge, supporting himself as if he had lost all strength.

All this time, he was an undefeated, top-notch lawyer.

But this time, he had fallen hard.

He experienced defeat and lost to the one he despised the most—Steven.

“You have the right to appeal, but don’t disrupt the courtroom by yelling. It’s pointless, and it won’t change anything,” Clarence coldly warned the nearly mentally unstable woman, his frustration beyond words.

At the plaintiff’s table, upon hearing the firm final verdict, Linny’s grandmother finally felt her long-burdened heart drop heavily. Overwhelmed with emotions, she could not help but weep in the courtroom.

Two police officers forcibly lifted Shannon from the ground, only to be surprised by the puddle beneath her.

Under the crushing weight of the verdict, this woman, with her history of committing crimes, had not even realized she had lost control of her bladder again.

…

In the serene cemetery, the scent of grass and trees wafted through the air.

Enduring such humiliation was beyond the imagination and endurance of ordinary people.

Fortunately, justice eventually prevailed. He finally avenged his mother’s deep-seated grievances.

The long night eventually ended, welcoming the dawn.

Hunter, who lost the lawsuit, fled like a defeated soldier, not even daring to exit through the courthouse’s front door like he usually would with his usual air of arrogance.

However, as soon as he stepped out, he heard a smack, and he felt his forehead throbbing in pain.

He froze, eyes wide open. Then he slowly raised his hand.

A thick and yellow liquid flowed down his cheek and landed in his trembling hand. It was none other than a rotten egg.