His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 325 Piece De Résistance

Ella

“Objection, Your Honor!”

The courtroom was thick with tension, so palpable that it felt like a heavy blanket draped over everyone present. The high ceilings held shadows of statues from times long past, the weight of justice and history pushing down. The golden chandeliers that hung from the ceilings almost seemed to be swaying slightly, their dull glow illuminating the wooden panels which lined the room, giving it an age-old grandeur.

Mr. Westbrook, seasoned and reputed for his shark-like tactics in the courtroom, seemed momentarily caught off guard by my objection.

He blinked, his gray eyebrows knitting together as he processed the implications of what was unfolding. As his gaze locked onto mine, I could see a storm swirling in those deep-set blue eyes.

“Sustained,” the judge replied, shooting me a curt nod. I sat back down, feeling somewhat proud of myself. Across from me, in the witness stand, Logan gave me a grateful look.

But we weren’t out of the water yet; Westbrook wasn’t used to not getting his way. Other lawyers were typically so terrified of him that they practically rolled over for him in court, but not me. If I learned anything from my parents, it was that just ‘lying down and taking it’ wasn’t in the Morgan blood.

“Your Honor!” he protested, voice filled with indignation. “This is nothing but theatrics. Miss Morgan is trying to mislead this court with unfounded allegations.”

Judge Milton, a stern-looking man with sharp features that matched his even sharper mind, raised a hand, signaling Westbrook to stop. “Don’t be ridiculous, Westbrook,” he growled. “It’s a simple objection to what was, quite frankly, an absurd question. Continue.”

Shooting me an angry glare over his shoulder, Westbrook huffed and continued. I watched as he slowly turned back to Logan, shuffling through his papers as he did so. I had caught him off guard, that was for sure. He didn’t expect the female rookie lawyer to give him a run for his money in court, but it would take more than that to take him down.

“Very well then,” Westbrook said, clearing his throat. “Now. Mr. Barrett… Is it true that your family has a history of violence and aggression? Is it possible that this is a problem that runs in your genes, and it is not something you can escape?”

Holding back my smirk, I stood again.

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Sustained.”

Barrett: do you, or have you ever, involved yourself in

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Sustained,” the judge nodded.

me establish my case, or do you plan on acting

coughed in annoyance. “That’s enough. Miss

Westbrook growled. “I

like to hear the rookie lawyer out,” he said, curiosity evident in

there, I could almost feel the

have before us isn’t just a case against my

the evidence pouch with the bullet casing, making sure it caught the light just right, making

I said slowly, “is a bullet casing that was found on the scene of the crime. But you see, this bullet casing was never shown to us during discovery. Just yesterday, I had to go on a wild goose chase to track it down, only to discover that a police officer had been paid

already trying to interrupt. “This is absurd! I’ve never seen that

will get your chance to speak. For

in his chair. I could see his arms folded in my peripheral vision. He was clearly not expecting such

Miss Morgan,” Judge Milton said

jury, I continued. “This bullet does not match any firearm owned by Logan. I have here,” I opened a folder, spreading out the receipts, “detailed records of every weapon he ever purchased, and not once has he bought bullets of this kind. In fact,

murmurs of discussion among the jurors. Their interest was piqued. Westbrook looked desperate to speak, his fingers drumming an erratic rhythm on his

a police officer was bribed to hide this evidence. And

ripple of shock coursed through the room. The whispers grew

out, now laced with anxiety. “Where’s your