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.

closed the gap between us, his hulking frame towering over me. “You 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

to let him intimidate me. “I don’t

a world she doesn’t belong to.

“Or, better yet,” he sneered, “get the hell out of town. Or I might just have

me. But

them,” I replied defiantly.

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

larger battle, one that would test my resolve

pocket, I whirled around

feet.

my seat. Logan gave me a supportive squeeze on

in, Judge Milton’s voice echoed, cutting through the hum. “Miss

flurry 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

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

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

a flourish, I

voice, the words chillingly clear. “…get the hell out of town. Or I might just have to send

his earlier bravado

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

not only have you been accused of evidence tampering, but now you’re threatening an opposing lawyer within the confines of my courtroom. This