When Dorothy caught sight of Heather, she couldn't help but do a double-take.

The once poised and professional chief attorney of the Lopez Corporation now looked like a shadow of her former self, her figure gaunt and haggard. Had Heather not been seated at the defendant's bench, Dorothy might have struggled to recognize that face... a face that bore some resemblance to her own.

Compared to Heather, Amanda appeared much more dignified, yet she too had noticeably lost weight, perhaps due to the stress of the lawsuit. But her pride was intact. She wouldn't spare Dorothy the slightest glance, as if she were beneath her notice.

Not that Dorothy cared.

The trial dragged on since it was crammed with evidence. And some evidence needed to be verified on the spot, making cross-examination particularly challenging.

The Lopez family, eager to win and disassociate themselves from the scandal, had even summoned the doctors from the hospital to testify.

Throughout, Dorothy remained detached, her attention flitting between Ephraim and the parade of prosecutors and defense attorneys jostling with objections and accusations. Her gaze drifted to the gallery for the umpteenth time.

Everett wasn't there.

to the awkwardness. But a part of her wished he'd

a final statement," the judge

last part of the

glanced at Ephraim, who nodded reassuringly at her to show that

knew the power of this moment. The juries held the keys to her freedom, and a

prepared. It lacked emotion, lacked expression, as if she had never feared the outcome of this so-called

rise." Hearing these words, Dorothy stiffly

consideration of an appeal. Though it seemed premature, given that the verdict was still pending, Ephraim wanted her

yourself any further,

one." Dorothy smiled and walked out of

So vast, it seemed to swallow all the inequity and filth of the world, and it made her feel inconsequential in its

A voice pulled her

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