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, nodding

win this case?” His

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

duty,” I finally said, my voice betraying none of the inner turmoil I felt. Instead, I offered a tight-lipped smile, hoping to

closest coffee machine. Its mechanical hum and the faint aroma of brewing coffee was oddly comforting in the

“Have I note been paying you enough? You could get yourself something much better. Hell, I could have brought

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

stake, with the lives of so many hanging in the

responded, finally slotting the coins into the machine. “Something to keep my mind sharp

eyebrows drawing together slightly. For a moment, an

thought beneath my words. I could see a flicker of understanding, or perhaps

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

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

in,” I finally

nodded. “Yes,

quiet hum of whispered conversations filling the

of my feelings only deepened the burden. Each testimony from the tenants was like a knife in my heart, a stark reminder of

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

woman took the stand, her tired eyes scanning 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 face and an IV port visible on