Chapter 329
Chapter 329:
Brendan, Monica, and Jemma were already waiting in the courthouse. The moment Brendan caught sight of Nathan, shock flickered across his face.
Kristine’s brows knit together. That reaction told her everything — Brendan truly hadn’t known Nathan would be representing her. Which meant he couldn’t have been the one keeping Nathan from the courthouse. But if not him, then who?
A new thought surfaced suddenly, and her eyes widened. She remembered the sweater.
Her expression shifted, her heart beginning to race.
Asher noticed immediately and leaned in. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low with genuine concern.
Kristine gave a small shake of her head. “It’s nothing.” Once the verdict was delivered, she would need to seek out Colton.
Before she could dwell on it further, Monica approached with guilt weighing heavily on her expression. “I’m so relieved you’re okay. I’ve regretted what I said that day ever since. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry p>
Kristine didn’t bother responding. She quietly pushed Asher’s wheelchair into the courtroom. Monica’s words had been deliberate — she knew better than anyone how much Kristine’s father had meant to her, and she had chosen them specifically to get under her skin.
The judge entered promptly, and proceedings got underway without delay.
𝖸our 𝗱a𝘪𝗹𝗒 𝗱о𝘴𝘦 o𝘧 𝗇𝗈v𝘦𝗹𝗌 𝘰ո
At first, Brendan hadn’t thought much of Nathan’s presence — but it didn’t take long for him to realize this was not the same Nathan from three years ago. He was stronger, sharper, more commanding than ever. Rumor had it that after losing that infamous case, Nathan had withdrawn from public life entirely, closing himself off from the world. Now, Brendan wiped sweat from his brow, his anxious gaze flickering with unease.
From the plaintiff’s table, Monica caught sight of his distress and frowned, her attention drifting back to Kristine.
Nathan’s performance in court was nothing short of impressive. Kristine barely had to speak, projecting an air of calm control. Monica drew in a slow breath, tension running through her. She refused to let Kristine come out on top.
She turned toward Jemma, her face tight with worry, then after a brief hesitation raised her hand. “Your Honor, I’d like to request a short recess p>
All eyes shifted to her.
“For what reason?” the judge asked.
“I’m not feeling well,” Monica replied, her complexion pale.
The judge considered it for a moment, then granted the request.
Out in the hallway, everyone milled around waiting for the session to resume. Monica lingered nearby before finally approaching Kristine, who stood with her friends.
“Kristine, could I speak to you privately p>
Kristine was mid-conversation with Danica. She turned, her expression cool. “There’s nothing for us to talk about p>
“It concerns your father,” Monica said, her eyes pleading.
Kristine’s face remained unreadable. “What — are you going to accuse me of killing my father again p>
The others turned to Monica, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and judgment.