The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Zinnia gasped and turned to look at Leopold Sterling, who was smirking weirdly, "Who are you calling an old hag?!"

"Hey, isn't that Austin's mom over there? Why is your daughter sitting with the Littleton family's witnesses? Don't tell me she's the witness Vivienne Hawthorn mentioned."

Zinnia retorted, "Impossible! She's my daughter; why would she side with strangers?!"

Leopold chuckled disdainfully, "Oh, now you remember she's your daughter? What were you doing before?!"

"You!"

"Order!"

The judge frowned, banging the gavel for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Looking down at Cassidy, who stood confidently in the witness stand, the judge's frown deepened, "Witness, please present your testimony."

Cassidy glanced towards her mother Zinnia, who was staring at her in shock, and smiled slightly, "Your Honor, my name is Cassidy. I'm supposedly the girl Julian was accused of harassing."

"I can affirm, Julian has been the best teacher I've had since starting school. He did not harass me. The whole situation was a scam orchestrated by my mother Zinnia and Kipling Abernasy." The courtroom erupted in shock.

Zinnia screamed, "You little brat! What nonsense are you spouting?! Get down here, I've done so much for you, and this is how you repay me?!"

Kipling was equally unsettled, "Cassidy, have you lost your mind?! Do you realize what you're saying? Come down now!"

Cassidy's smile only grew wider.

by layer, "Of course, I know what I'm saying, Your Honor. I am the victim here, and I can assure everyone more than anyone else

with her makeup perfectly done, flashed

that Vivienne had managed to bring Cassidy, the very person

mind raced, and she suddenly spoke up, "Your Honor, I've heard Cassidy suffers from severe depression. Can we really trust the testimony

depression isn't amnesia. People with depression are only emotionally down but their memory and awareness are as

people with depression testifying.

you bastards! What did you do to my daughter? Your Honor, I demand a medical examination

police barrier, "Cassidy, come back! Don't make

"What do you know?"

sell me off to influential old men, or how to make me serve as a maid for you and

for this attempt to frame Julian again, I might have spent my life in a dark room!" The courtroom was in an uproar, the

continued, "Zinnia, when you did all those things to me, you should have expected

by Julian, Kipling's chances of finding another witness were slim, and Jerry's eyes gleamed with the success of their

broke through the police line and approached Cassidy, "You traitor! How much did they pay you? Tell me, I'll double it. Why

"Get lost!"

to kick him

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you did to me five years ago?!" "Your Honor,

to Zinnia, she said each word clearly,

eyes widened in

"Is she telling the truth? How could there

as she snorted, "Kaitlyn, there's no shortage of scum like Zinnia and