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.

I replied, nodding in

win this case?” His question felt genuine, but it also underscored our differing views on

my gaze dropping. Did I really want to win? The idea of victory meant uprooting countless lives, leaving families, like the one we had heard in the

of the inner turmoil I felt. Instead, I offered a tight-lipped smile, hoping to sidestep the deeper implications of his

the closest coffee machine. Its mechanical hum and the faint aroma

you waste your money on one of these crappy machines?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Have I note been paying you enough? You could get yourself something much better. Hell, I

Logan, always seeking the finer things, always living a

With everything at stake, with the lives of so many hanging in the balance, such trivialities seemed so…

machine. “Something to keep my mind sharp

taken aback by the sharpness in my tone, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. For a moment, an awkward silence lingered between us, punctuated only

gaze held mine, searching, as if trying. to decipher the layers of emotion and thought beneath

to see the broader picture, to understand the gravity of what was at stake. But he said nothing. Instead, he took a step back,

ready. Taking the cup, I met Logan’s gaze once more. There was so much left unsaid between us, so many complexities surrounding this

I finally said, breaking

nodded. “Yes,

anticipation, a quiet hum of whispered conversations

the complexity of my feelings only deepened the burden. Each testimony from the tenants was like a knife in

“please tell the

the room before settling on the judge. Next to her stood a young boy, not older than five or six at the most, with a thin