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.”

eyes narrowed at me, but he continued. “Mr. Barrett: do you, or have you ever,

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Sustained,” the judge nodded.

let me establish my case, or do you

enough. Miss Morgan, please step up

growled.

“I’d like to hear the rookie lawyer out,”

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

respected jury, what we have before us isn’t just a case against

sure it caught the light just right, making it gleam

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

interrupt. “This is absurd! I’ve never seen that in my life. Who knows

Judge Milton’s voice was calm but held an edge. “You will get your

huff, Mr. Westbrook plopped back down in his chair. I could see his arms folded in my

Miss Morgan,” Judge Milton said

I have here,” I opened a folder, spreading out the receipts, “detailed records of

of discussion among the jurors. Their interest was piqued. Westbrook looked desperate to speak, his

jury, I have proof that a police officer was bribed to hide this evidence. And

coursed through the room. The whispers grew louder.

voice rang out, now laced with anxiety. “Where’s your proof, Miss