His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 326 Self-incrimination

Ella

The golden chandeliers of the courtroom seemed to dim as Judge Milton beckoned Mr. Westbrook and me to his private chambers.

The anticipation was suffocating, every step echoing with a gravity that felt overwhelming. The grandeur of the courtroom gave way to the more intimate confines of Judge Milton’s chambers a room steeped in history, with dark wooden panels, shelves lined with leather- bound books, and a magnificent mahogany desk that seemed to have seen centuries of justice dispensed from behind it.

As the door closed behind us, Westbrook wasted no time. “She’s a filthy little liar, Your Honor!” he spat, pointing an accusing finger in my direction. The venom in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I wasn’t going to let him see that.

Judge Milton, always the embodiment of authority, didn’t look up from his desk. “You will refrain from making personal attacks in my chambers,” he said calmly, though the warning was unmistakable.

Gathering my composure, I met Westbrook’s fiery gaze. “Your Honor,” I began, “I’ve only presented the evidence as I found it.”

Judge Milton finally looked up, locking eyes with me. “Miss Morgan, your evidence, while unexpected, is legally admissible. Officer Daniels’ track record will need to be looked into. But as it stands, you have provided this court with solid evidence that cannot be ignored.”

Westbrook’s face turned a dangerous shade of crimson. “This is preposterous!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk.

The judge, however, didn’t flinch. “That’s enough, Mr. Westbrook. The facts speak for themselves. This conversation is over.” With a gesture towards the door, he made it clear we were both dismissed.

As we walked out of the chambers, I could feel Westbrook’s rage emanating from him. The air in the corridor was cooler than inside the chamber, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

think you’re clever, don’t you?” he hissed, so close that I could see the veins pulsating on his temple. “Playing the damsel in distress, trying to bring down the

him intimidate me. “I don’t play games, Mr.

who decided to play in a world she doesn’t belong to.

“get the hell out

words pressing against me. But I wasn’t about to be pushed around. Holding my chin up high, I met

I replied defiantly. “I’ll be

aback. Then, with a mocking

I watched him leave. I knew this was just the beginning of a larger battle, one that would test my resolve and my ability to stand up against giants like Westbrook. But if today had proven anything, it was that I wasn’t one to

off the recorder in my pocket, I whirled around

by the occasional cough or shuffle of feet. The grandiose room, with its high ceilings and echoing space, was a testament to the weight

light as I made my way back to my seat. Logan gave me a supportive squeeze on

in, Judge Milton’s voice echoed, cutting through the

hung heavy on my mind, but it was time to unveil the

“Before we proceed, there’s something you need to know.” I hesitated for a beat, gathering my thoughts. “Mr. Westbrook threatened me

“More of her theatrics, Your

flourish, I pulled out my

clear. “…get the hell out of

turned a sickly shade of pale, his earlier bravado replaced by dawning horror. Judge Milton’s voice was ice-cold, the anger palpable.

Honor,” Westbrook spluttered, a hint of desperation in his tone, “this isn’t what

threatening an opposing lawyer within the confines of my courtroom. This