Anthony George stepped to Jessica’s side, his hand finding hers and stilling its trembling. He gave the district attorney a slight nod.
The DA continued, “Alright. Let’s set aside the matter of Aiden and Amelia Brown for a moment. Now, I’d like to discuss the death of Elizabeth Bailey.”
Jessica’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She felt an overwhelming urge to rush forward, to scream, to demand answers, but Anthony’s arms wrapped around her, holding her steady.
He felt her body shaking violently and whispered, “You will get justice. Be patient. You’ll have your chance.”
Kevin scoffed. “My wife’s death? Her health was never the same after she gave birth to our daughter. I spent a fortune on doctors and medicine over the years just to keep her with us for as long as I did. But a few years ago, her body finally gave out. She passed away, leaving me and our daughter heartbroken. You can say I’ve wronged many people in my life, but I was always a devoted husband to my wife!”
“Everyone in Kensington knows how I treated Elizabeth. I cherished her. Even if there was no passion between us, we grew up together. She was like a sister to me. How could I possibly harm her? And Jessica is my only daughter. I doted on her. Her current state is her own doing. I have always said that if she would just humble herself, the doors to the Brown Estate would always be open to her. I have done more than enough, haven’t I?”
The DA ignored his tirade. “As I said before, what is done in the dark will come to light. The substances you added to Elizabeth’s medicine had to be purchased from somewhere. A transaction requires at least two parties. You can deny it all you want, but the other party may not be so tight-lipped.”

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