"I did not say I broke out. I said I was broke out," Isabella said. Detective Sharon, now standing behind Isabella, asked, "Who broke you out?" She reached out and touched Isabella's shoulder, realizing that Isabella's hands were cuffed to the desk and her legs were cuffed to the floor. In this moment, Isabella's breath rate increased. It wasn't because she was afraid of Detective Sharon potentially harming her from behind, but rather because she recalled what Attorney Hughes had told her in the confined room the day before. "I work for the man your father hired to kill Ethan Mark, and if you mention his name, it automatically means you are giving us away as well. That cannot happen. And if it does, prepare to meet your child in hell or in heaven, wherever she might be." Attorney Hughes's words echoed in her mind, and she could see the scene play out in her head once again as if it were a vision. Nonetheless, the weight of her guilt outweighed her fear, and she was prepared to face
"Mrs. Victoria Sinclair, we have heard what your daughter just said. She mentioned that all this time she was controlled by greed, which led her down a path where she wanted to take Ethan Mark's life, and tragically, she ended up taking her daughter's life instead. What do you have to say about this?""Well, thank you, Sheila, for this question. Honestly, if I were not shocked watching the interrogation and hearing what Isabella said from her own mouth, it would imply that I was only lying. However, we have to consider the fact that she did not act alone. This means that her so-called greed was triggered by the influence of other people.""When you mention 'other people,' Mrs. Victoria Sinclair, are you referring to Mr. Alexander Rosewood? Because, according to what Mrs. Isabella Rosewood said, her father wrote to her in prison, and the content of the letter was the reason Isabella was determined to seek revenge on Ethan Mark.""Well, I didn't specifically mention Alexander's name. Bu
After the interrogation session with Isabella, she was lifted to her feet by the two police officers who had just walked in. They were clad in standard police uniforms, a crisp navy blue adorned with authoritative badges. Similarly, they had sleek pistols snugly holstered on their belts, positioned securely on their right sides like sentinels at attention, ready to enforce the law with a precision that matched the crispness of their navy blue uniforms.As the two officers walked and reached Isabella, one officer held her shoulder while the other uncuffed her hands from the desk restraint and released her legs from the floor restraint as well. and in this manner, they said nothing but their eyes, speaking volumes of their readiness to attack if she failed to cooperate.“Walk,” the officer holding her shoulder said suddenly in a low tone, prompting Isabella to start walking immediately.At this moment, if Detective Sharon was still waiting in the interrogation room, it was a lie. She ha
As the prosecuting attorney introduced himself before the judge, a fervent silence filled the courtroom. At this point, an introduction by the defendant's attorney should have followed; however, the only introduction they heard was the resounding silence of the court, too loud and definite.Nevertheless, this fervent silence did not persist for more than ten minutes. The courtroom door suddenly burst open, and a man in sunglasses walked in. He wore a gray suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. His shoes, a well-polished brown Italian pair, produced a rhythmic knocking sound as he walked into the courtroom, echoing through the solemn halls of justice.If Isabella did not recognize this man, it would be a lie. She observed that, just as he had entered the interrogation room to visit her, he now strode into the courtroom, even carrying the same briefcase.As she continued to gaze at him like a curious cat fixated on an elusive butterfly just out of reach, her heart raced faster, like
"Your Honor, at this time, the prosecution calls its first witnesses to the stand: Maria and Daniella, two witnesses who observed the events leading to the alleged crime. Please approach the witness stand," the prosecuting attorney announced. At this instance, if Isabella's eyes did not express shock, it would be a lie. Not that she was scared of what the witnesses were going to say about her. However, she did not expect that anyone would see them as they progressed to the 40th-story building. Thus, she continued to scan the court audience to identify these witnesses. Immediately, she saw two elderly women rise to their feet. They were dressed in modest yet neatly tailored attire, reflecting a sense of timeless elegance. The first old woman wore a knee-length floral dress with muted colors, while Daniella opted for a classic blouse paired with a long skirt. Their appearance conveyed a blend of wisdom and dignity, befitting their status as witnesses in the courtroom. In this way, Isa
“What more do you possibly have to confess? Or do you want to make false accusations? You have already admitted to your accused crime that you killed your child, and it is only right that you keep your mouth shut while the court sentences you for your crime. Your Honor, I hereby plead that we skip whatever may be left and proceed to your judgment, as the defendant has already admitted her crime and, for that reason, cannot be deemed worthy of...“Objection!” The prosecuting attorney interrupted immediately.“Objection overruled,” the judge said, and immediately, prosecuting attorney Stevens began to argue his point while defendant attorney Hughes took his seat.“Your Honor, it is in the best interest of the court to find out whatever crime we do not yet know that the defendant has to confess. If her guilty conscience is pushing her to talk, why not let us lend her a listening ear? With this, we can judge her more accurately without any bias.”“Objection!” defendant attorney Hughes int
She opened her mouth to narrate who was in the interrogation room with them, but the only words that came out were her stammering words as if she were struggling to talk right from the moment they gave birth to her: "People were... we were the... You asked them to leave while you discussed it with me." “Your Honor, obviously, as I said, what more can a criminal like Mrs. Isabella Rosewood have to say than to bring someone else down with her? The fact that she confessed to her crime and the fact that I, as her defending attorney, persecuted her instead mean that she wants to bring me down with her. And as it is in the court of law, whatever anyone claims, there should be evidence to back it up, be it in words or in documents. If Mrs. Isabella Rosewood here cannot provide this evidence, it means that she spoke lies against her attorney, and she should be equally punished for that as well,” Attorney Hughes said immediately. “Mrs. Isabella Rosewood, is there any evidence that you have to
Coming out of the courtroom and being ushered into the police van, Isabella saw that the numbers of the press outside the courtroom, waiting to televise her and write about her in all newspapers, social media, and blogs, were more than what she had seen before she entered the courtroom.However, this time, there was a difference. Judging by how it was before, the reporters would already swarm her and thrust their microphones toward her, even when she said nothing, other than the officers behind her making way for her to pass through.This time, the reporters only filmed her from afar, as she was being put in the police van and would soon be driven to prison, where she would no longer be free. Nevertheless, it did not mean that the reporters did not scramble at anyone because, to Ethan Mark and Emily Collins, who stepped out of the courtroom with Mr. Smith standing firm behind them, the reporters rushed and thrust their microphones toward his mouth.In this way, Isabella saw how they w