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 in

case?” His question

of victory meant uprooting countless lives, leaving families, like the one we had

inner turmoil I felt. Instead,

and then immediately veered towards the closest coffee machine. Its mechanical hum and the faint aroma of brewing coffee was oddly comforting in the midst of the tension. As I fumbled for some change, I

would 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

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,

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

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

if trying. to decipher the layers of emotion and thought beneath my words. I could see a flicker of understanding, or

picture, to understand the gravity of what was at stake. But

machine beeped, signaling that my coffee was ready. Taking the cup, I met Logan’s gaze once more. There was so much left unsaid between us, so many complexities surrounding

I

“Yes, we

was dense with anticipation, a quiet

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

opposing lawyer, Mr. Delaney, began, “please

her stood a young boy, not older than five or six at the most, with a thin face and an IV port visible on his