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.”

narrowed at me, but he continued. “Mr. Barrett: do you, or have you ever, involved yourself in cold-blooded crime, just

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Sustained,” the judge nodded.

around on me. “Miss Morgan, are you going to let me establish my case, or do you plan

enough. Miss Morgan,

growled. “I

“I’d like to hear the

surroundings. Standing there, I could almost feel the whispers of all the past cases this room

began, “Your Honor, respected jury, what we have before us isn’t just a case against my client, but

the bullet casing, making sure it caught the light just right,

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 to keep it hidden. But why? Why

was already trying to interrupt. “This is absurd! I’ve never seen that in my life. Who

was calm but held an edge. “You will get your chance to speak. For now, you

Mr. Westbrook plopped back down in his chair. I could see his arms folded in my peripheral vision. He was clearly

Milton

receipts, “detailed records of every

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

isn’t the most damning evidence,” I continued. “Your Honor, esteemed members of the jury, I have proof that a police officer was bribed

through the room. The whispers grew louder. Even the stern-faced

rang out, now laced with anxiety.