Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

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.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"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.

Elisa clenched her teeth, pale faced as she looked at him. She had once fantasized about Hamish treating, her gently, even if it was fake. But she never imagined that this day would make her so disgusted sickening.

She didn't believe this matter had nothing to do with Hamish. The documents Koby had originally given her were for property investments, so why did it become coal mines now? Also, Hamish bringing her to court today was clearly just to humiliate her!

She didn't understand why Hamish hated her so much.

Even if she had forced him to marry her back then, she had paid the same price. And now she

understood and was willing to setet

him free, she could even give Powell Group to him. But he took advantage of her feelings for him and.

concessions to throw her into hell over and over!

Elisa was still the stubborn Elisa. The pride in her bones could not be shattered by just a few words from him.

Hamish's eyes darkened. "Looks like you don't want this chance."

Koby was taken away dispiritedly. The court staff also gradually left, the huge space filled with noise. But Elisa was deaf to it all.

Koby was finished. Powell Group compensating seven lives would be enough to bankrupt the family. Many who worked at or owned shares in Powell Group could not accept this outcome.

They released all their resentment onto Elisa alone, cursing her as useless trash, an inauspicious star that had ruined the entire Powell family.

Elisa's disappearance those four days became the reason for the current outcome, believing it was all because she did not care for her father and went off dating men instead.

But what stabbed her most deeply were the vicious words from her brother Ivan. Those harsh curses were like ropes tightening around her heart. Elisa clutched her chest, body hunched over. Hamish did not notice her abnormality. As he dragged Elisa out, they were already surrounded by reporters outside, who immediately rushed up with microphones when they saw Hamish and Elisa emerge. Hamish stood at the entrance and called Tobias to send some men over.

After hanging up, he glanced at the woman beside him and saw her staring fixedly in one direction.

He followed her gaze to see Koby being escorted into a police car, his back hunched over, looking just like an old dog.

"You see, it's only been two days and your dad is already old. Can you really bear to let him die?"

Moisture clung to Elisa's lashes. She blinked, murmuring to herself, "Then what do you want me to do? She didn't believe one sentence from her could make Hamish let her dad go. She knew her own limits. Hamish looked at the mass of reporters, falling into contemplation. He wanted to sever everything connected to Elisa piece by piece.

The first was Powell Group.

The second was her family.

The third was her proud dignity.

Once these were destroyed, spineless Elisa could only rely on others, helpless to survive.

And everything Hamish did was just to satisfy his warped obsessive desires. He wanted better control over Elisa, so she wouldn't dare resist him again like before, making a fuss about divorcing him. Hamish suddenly had an idea. He smiled coolly, pointing at the reporters. "If you kneel in front of them for half an hour, I'll get your dad's death sentence repealed."

"As long as I kneel for three hours, you can make my dad live?" Elisa was expressionless.

Hamish was somewhat taken aback. He had thought after saying this demand, Elisa would throw a fit. After all, the princess of Powell family valued her pride more than anything. Hamish's smile faded slightly. "Yes."

"Okay, I'll kneel."

Elisa started to walk over but Hamish grabbed her arm to stop her, peering at her with narrowed eyes, hiding the emotion in them.

"Your dad used you to make money

yet called you trash, a bitch, and said he should have strangled you at birth. Forsuch scum, even if you save him, he still won't look at you afterwards. Are you really willing to discard your pride and kneel to save

him?"

Elisa looked at the hand gripping her arm, murmuring, "But what can I do? He's my dad, my family. He held me when I was little..."

Thinking of this, Elisa pushed Hamish away and walked with straight back towards the crowd.

The Elisa who used to wear expensive designer dresses had now shed all her splendor. Her slender figure in front of the camera flashes gradually became transparent.

What was pride worth? Could it exchange for a life?

Her eyes were lifeless, as if swallowed by darkness, losing hope and soul, her will to live destroyed.