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.

towering over me. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he hissed, so close that I could see

let him intimidate

to play in a world she doesn’t belong to. Why don’t you head back to your fancy penthouse and leave the dirty work

letting his threat hang in the air between us. “Or, better yet,” he sneered, “get the hell out

felt smaller, the weight of his words pressing against me. But I wasn’t about to be pushed around. Holding my chin up high, I met

I replied

he seemed taken aback. Then, with a mocking laugh,

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

in my pocket, I whirled

the dull hum interrupted only by the occasional cough or shuffle of feet. The grandiose room,

made my way back to my seat. Logan gave me a supportive squeeze on the shoulder, the silent reassurance

Judge Milton’s voice echoed, cutting through

of eyes turn to me as I took a deep breath and approached. The weight of Westbrook’s threat still hung heavy on my mind, but it was time to unveil the final trump card I held. Westbrook had dug

there’s something you need to know.” I hesitated for a beat, gathering my thoughts. “Mr.

a sneer. “Lies!” he snapped. “More of her theatrics, Your Honor.

our conversation.” With a flourish, I pulled out

“…get the hell out of town. Or I might just have

stunned silence enveloped the room. Westbrook’s face had turned a sickly shade of pale, his earlier bravado replaced by dawning horror. Judge Milton’s voice was ice-cold,

footsteps resonating with authority. “Your Honor,” Westbrook spluttered, a

confines of my courtroom. This case is over.” His voice rose with vehemence, echoing around the courtroom. “For contempt of court, both you and your client will be taken