His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 311 The Testimonies

Ella

The early morning mist hung low in the air as I approached the courthouse. Its grand stone steps and impressive facade were familiar to me now, having spent countless hours within its halls.

However, today was different. Today, the weight of the impending trial pressed heavily upon me, making each step feel just a bit heavier.

It had been a month since Logan told me about his second case. A month of hard work, of stone walls and questionable morals. No matter how much I tried to convince him to reconsider his stance on the case, he wouldn’t budge.

And eventually, I gave up. Before I reached the grand entrance, a figure leaning against one of the building’s pillars caught my eye. Logan.

Even from a distance, the tailored fit of his suit accentuated his stature, and I had to admit, he looked especially handsome. His posture was relaxed, hands buried deep in his pockets, but there was a tightness in the set of his shoulders, a hint of unease that I hadn’t seen before.

Over the last month, working side by side with him, my admiration for his professionalism had been tainted by the growing resentment I felt. His refusal to see the real-life consequences of his actions, his seeming indifference to the fates of the tenants, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

As I drew closer, I noticed a somewhat sad and apprehensive look in his eyes. Was it possible that beneath that calm, confident exterior, there lay a man grappling with his own conflicts?

Or was I merely hoping for some semblance of empathy from him?

“Ella,” he greeted, pushing off from the pillar, his voice smooth, a contrast to the tension in his gaze.

replied,

night? Are you prepared to win this case?” His

really want to win? The idea of victory meant uprooting countless lives, leaving families, like the one we had heard in the last

the inner turmoil I felt. Instead, I offered a tight-lipped smile,

waiting for a response, I stepped in through the large front doors and then immediately veered towards the closest coffee machine. Its mechanical hum and the faint aroma of brewing coffee was

you enough? You could get yourself something much better. Hell, I could have brought you a nice cup from that coffee shop around the

looking up at him. The comment was typical Logan, always seeking the finer things, always living

But today, it grated on me. With everything at stake, with the lives of so many hanging in the balance, such

the coins into the machine. “Something to keep my mind sharp for

tone, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. For a moment, an awkward silence

emotion and thought beneath my

what was at stake. But he said nothing. Instead, he took a step back, giving me space to collect my

once more. There

I

nodded. “Yes,

with anticipation, a quiet hum of whispered

the case was on my shoulders, and the complexity of my feelings only deepened the burden. Each testimony from the tenants was like a knife in my heart, a stark reminder of the lives that would

lawyer, Mr. Delaney, began, “please tell the court about yourself and

before settling on the judge. Next to her stood a young boy, not older than