Chapter 154: Estelle Is Still Alive, the Suicide Note Is Fake

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Estelle Is Still Alive, the Suicide Note Is Fake

Instantly, everyone’s gaze fell on Nathaniel Sloan.

Noelle Lockwood’s throat tightened, her eyes harboring hidden expectations. She thought, "Nathaniel hasn’t doubted that suicide note all these years. He won’t expose me... He won’t, he won’t!"

As Estelle Lockwood’s ex-husband, his words carried enough weight. As long as Nathaniel said the suicide note was real, then it could only be real!

Rose Lowell obviously thought of this too. Gritting her teeth, she hinted, "N-Nathaniel, you know best what kind of person Estelle is. It’s a foregone conclusion. She, she..."

Estelle looked at Nathaniel with a beaming smile. She wondered, "So, what would Mr. Sloan say?"

He had seen the suicide note back then and believed she wrote it. So, after five years, what would he say now?

The crowd held their breath, waiting for Nathaniel’s answer.

Seeing Noelle shedding silent tears, Laura Jennings couldn’t help but furrow her brows and speak sharply. "Nathaniel, what is there to hesitate about? This is clearly that bitch Estelle’s suicide note! She was just that petty and jealous of Noelle!" Her voice grew even shriller. "Think about it. Would Noelle lie to you? The Lockwoods are Estelle’s biological parents. Would they play favorites?"

Noelle lowered her eyes. Her face was a picture of gentle innocence, hiding all her malice deep within. Given her and Nathaniel’s years of affection, she believed he wouldn’t expose her. Moreover, even Nathaniel couldn’t prove that this suicide note wasn’t written by Estelle. Not to mention she had this idiot Laura running interference for her...

"Regarding Young Mr. Kendrick’s question, I feel there is really nothing to answer," Nathaniel broke the silence in the dead quiet.

Henry Kendrick raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why?"

Noelle’s heart raced, and she secretly clenched her fists. She thought, "Why does Nathaniel feel there’s nothing to answer? Because... because this is Estelle’s suicide note! The evidence is irrefutable, so what is there to answer? It must be that! It has to be!"

"Because..." Nathaniel’s brow darkened slightly. His expression was cold and indifferent as he enunciated every word. "Because Estelle is alive. Why would there be a suicide note?"

*Because Estelle is alive. Why would there be a suicide note?*

Estelle was alive? It took the crowd three seconds to process the meaning of his words.

...Estelle was still alive?! Estelle wasn’t dead?!

If Estelle was alive, then it was indeed impossible for her to have written a suicide note. But Estelle had clearly been dead for five years. If Nathaniel said she wasn’t dead, then who was she?!

Noelle’s throat instinctively tightened. "Nathaniel, you were there on the day of my sister’s cremation. You watched her get buried. She, she..."

Rose also spoke in a panic. "Y-Yes, Nathaniel. Why would you think Estelle is still alive? Were you deceived by someone? Besides, besides, we are discussing this suicide note right now. Even... even if Estelle isn’t dead, that doesn’t mean she didn’t write a suicide note!"

Nathaniel’s eyes were icy. "Since Mrs. Lockwood wants to talk about the suicide note, let’s talk about the suicide note."

Estelle raised an eyebrow, also curious to hear what Nathaniel could come up with.

Nathaniel’s face was calm. Just standing there, he exuded an intensely oppressive aura. The man’s voice was cold. "Mrs. Lockwood, when Estelle first returned to the Lockwood family, you despised her for not being as good as Noelle. You looked down on her for not understanding the fine arts and mocked her ugly handwriting."

The crowd was puzzled. Weren’t they discussing the suicide note? Why was Nathaniel bringing this up? Estelle, however, had a shift in her gaze.

"It would have been one thing if Mrs. Lockwood had mocked her just once, but after being ridiculed time and time again, Estelle came to me for help, hoping I would practice calligraphy with her."

Hearing this, Noelle already knew what Nathaniel was going to say. Her face changed drastically, and she instinctively stepped forward but was too late to stop him.

"The handwriting on the suicide note is indeed very similar to the eighteen-year-old Estelle’s handwriting. But did Mrs. Lockwood never notice that the twenty-year-old Estelle could already write beautifully?"

The next moment, Luke White brought forward a letter. Inside was a letter Estelle had written to Nathaniel. Once, when Nathaniel went on a business trip to the Borealands, the signal there was blocked, making it inconvenient to make calls or send texts. Estelle had written him a letter, and he had kept it.

It was evident that the handwriting in the letter was rather casual, clearly Estelle’s everyday handwriting. Once a person’s handwriting solidified, it was very difficult to change. Before Estelle ’committed suicide by arson’, was there any need for her to revert her handwriting to how it was two years prior? Setting aside whether she could even replicate her handwriting from two years ago, what would be the point of doing so?

Estelle was stunned. Her eyes widened slightly as she instinctively looked at Nathaniel. She thought, "He actually kept this letter?"

After sending the letter back then, she hadn’t received a reply. Nathaniel hadn’t mentioned it after he returned either. She had assumed he didn’t care about her letter at all and had just thrown it away at his business trip location.

Rose felt as if she had received a sharp blow to the head. She instinctively interrupted, "But, but it’s possible that Estelle..."

"Now that we’ve covered the handwriting, let’s talk about writing habits." Nathaniel’s tone was calm and logical. "Estelle is in the habit of adding a period at the end of every sentence. Yet, this so-called suicide note does not have a period at the very end.

"Writing is a subconscious habit. Mrs. Lockwood, rather than saying this was written by Estelle, I feel that looking at the writing habits, punctuation habits, and handwriting..." His eyes suddenly turned sharp. "This suicide note actually looks more like Mrs. Lockwood’s handiwork."

The venue fell silent once again. What did he mean by the suicide note looking like Mrs. Lockwood’s handiwork?!

Rose was instantly struck as if by lightning, terror washing over her like a tidal wave! Her lips trembled. "Nathaniel, wh-what are you talking about? I don’t understand..."

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. Mrs. Lockwood will understand very soon." Nathaniel nodded.

Soon after, Liam Sloan suddenly walked in, bringing several people with him! Seeing those people, Rose’s face drastically changed!

"Y-You all..."

Before the trembling Rose could finish, one of them swallowed hard and stepped forward in fear. Under Liam’s watchful gaze, he had no choice but to raise his voice.

"I... My name is Brandon Carter, and I am a lawyer. Five years ago, Ms. Lowell came to me and gave me one million dollars to help her forge a suicide note. The note was dictated by Ms. Lowell, and I found someone to ghostwrite it. After the suicide note was completed, I stepped forward to pin it on Estelle Lockwood. In reality, Ms. Lowell forced me to do all of this!

"I have bank transfer records of the one million dollars Ms. Lowell gave me, as well as audio recordings of her dictation as evidence. Every word I say is the truth!"

At this moment, both the venue and the livestream fell dead silent. Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

Rose forged the suicide note... If this suicide note was forged, did Estelle really commit arson? Did she really commit murder? Did she really try every possible way to frame Noelle out of jealousy? All of this had actually been fabricated by Rose, who then pinned these baseless crimes on her own biological daughter!

Rose stumbled in a panic, waves of dizziness washing over her as if the sky had fallen. "No, no... You’re talking nonsense!! You’re framing me!"

Brandon didn’t argue. He stepped back after speaking. Giving Rose no time to react, another person stepped forward and said tremblingly, "My name is Owen Underwood. I am an obstetrician at Crestfall Hospital. On the night of the fire, Ms. Lowell gave me five hundred thousand dollars..."