Chapter 297

Because it was a funeral, Celeste Harper couldn’t be bothered to argue with people who didn’t care about the truth. She just looked at the headstone behind the crowd and said calmly, “I’m only here to pay my respects to Grandpa. As for everything else, I believe the truth will come out, and the police will clear my name.” “You seriously still have the nerve to talk?” the older cousin sneered, “Climbed up the ladder and just won’t come down, huh? Even now, still pretending. Just wait till the police find out the truth—you’ll be rotting in jail. And don’t think we forgot, this isn’t your first murder. People like you belong behind bars.” “If you’re gonna accuse me of climbing up the ladder, maybe first return all the money and stuff you’ve swindled from the Shaw family over the years,” Celeste said, her tone cold but unwavering. This so-called distant cousin had been freeloading off the Shaw family for years, using her last name as leverage. Every visit cost the family at least half a mi