Chapter 403
403–They Destroyed Her Character
Madeline:
I watched Ron attempt to get up and leave. However, she suddenly yelled, “That is not true p>
The room fell silent once again. Eyes shifted toward her.
“This is not what these cookies are used for,” she remarked, looking drained, as if there were no tears left to cry.
“Those cookies are used for shape–shifting, and only some people from my tribe can do that p>
The moment she said that, I felt goosebumps cover my skin.
“All right,” Mr. Robinson said, his hands clasped in front of him with a confident smirk. “What do you mean by your tribe p>
“I am from a very small group,” she replied. “A tribe with very few members left. A tribe that can shape–shift if they feed the person they want to change cookies mixed with their blood p>
As she finished, I placed a hand on my chest, almost trying to feel my heartbeat to make sure I was still alive.
It reminded me of something. Baxter. Baxter had seen me speak badly about him. Those videos. That had not been me.
That had been Yuvonne pretending to be me. It all made sense.
“And may I ask if you have shape–shifted?” Mr. Robinson pressed. “Because magic of that kind is forbidden, Miss Yuvonne p>
I could tell that even Graham and Elgin had no idea the trial would take such a turn.
She answered by lowering her head and staying silent.
“That sounds like an admission of guilt,” he remarked. “In any case, this is not the matter before us today. However, I would like to ask you one more thing. Did you and your husband, Ron, plan the murder of Lady Riva p>
The question landed heavily. Everyone turned their heads as Yuvonne began to shake hers in denial.
“No, that is not true,” she insisted. “We did not. Ron would never do that. I would never do that to him p>
It was the first time she had responded clearly to any accusation directed at her.
“Are you sure?” Mr. Robinson asked. “Because I have a text conversation between you and your mother p>
The moment he said that, we all knew he was about to pull out more evidence, and I was not ready for it.
The text appeared on the screen. It was a conversation between Yuvonne and her mother.
“So your mother tells you that she should be the one to become the mother of the pack now because she is the mother of Luna,” Mr. Robinson explained. “However, she also states that the position is still held by Lady Riva. You then respond that you do not understand what she means. After that, she tells you that if Lady Riva dies, she would take the crown as the mother of the pack, since one of the parents of either an Alpha or a Luna gains that privilege p>
As he spoke, my head snapped toward Ron. His eyes were wide with shock as he stared at Yuvonne.
“No, I understand why it seems strange, but I never acted on it,” Yvonne replied. “My mother did tell me that, but I never acted on it and I never agreed to it as well. And my mother was not serious either p>
She began to smile as she explained herself, looking around the court, but no one showed sympathy.
“Are you sure?” Mr. Robinson asked. “Because it seems that you two were the only ones who would benefit from this. My main question is this. How did you convince your husband to do it? Your mother mentioned in the text that you should be able to convince him, but how did you do that? Did you feed him cookies? Did you shape–shift into someone p>
As he questioned her, Yuvonne began shaking her hands, trying to prove her innocence.
“No, I did nothing. I swear,” she cried. “I was at the motel. I promise. I did not even go back home. The food was prepared much
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As she spoke through her tears, Lady Abigail lifted her nose in disgust.
I could tell that none of us expected the court hearing to go this far.
“Of course you did not do anything,” Mr. Robinson suddenly remarked, taking her side.
Yuvonne lifted her head, looking at him with hope.
“Because your husband did it,” he continued. “He was the one who held the food. He had the poison bottle in his pocket, and he was the one who fed his grandmother the food, was he not p>
He raised his voice as Yuvonne turned to look at Ron.
Ron slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
“That is bullshit,” he shouted. “Why would I do that? What do I have to do with Yuvonne’s mother? Why would I want her to be crowned p>
“That is because we do not know what these cookies are used for,” Mr. Robinson muttered. “You could have been drugged by her into killing your grandmother. It is only her word that these cookies are used for shape–shifting, yet she never explained who shape–shifted into whom or what crimes were committed. It is safe to assume that our conclusion is correct. These cookies are poisonous, and they are used to control innocent people p>
Mr. Robinson spoke as if he had witnessed everything himself and was completely certain of Ron’s guilt.
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