Shania sat comfortably in a nail treatment chair positioned in the serene ambiance of her spacious living room. Elegant decor adorned the space, complemented by the gentle flicker of lavender-scented candles that filled the air with a calming aroma.A personal attendant meticulously attended to Shania's nails while she consulted her daily schedule on the tablet in her hand. The serene ambiance of her tastefully decorated living room was momentarily disrupted by the ringing of her phone, the name "Logan" illuminating the screen. Instantly, Shania motioned for the attendant to pause, her interest piqued by the unexpected interruption."Please pause for a moment," she requested with a nervous yet eager smile. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the phone. "This is important.""Hello, Logan," greeted Shania warmly. "How are you?""Shania, I'm struggling," Logan confessed, weariness evident in his voice, laden with exhaustion. "I really need your assistance—if you're willing."S
Without a pause, Emily's hand shot out, the slap echoing sharply in the tense silence that followed.SLAP!"You sorry excuse for a man!" Emily's voice sliced through the air, dripping with scorn. "Logan's barely out of his twenties, and you, well past fifty. Aren't you ashamed, cowering before someone half your age?"At her words, Soegi's gaze swept over Logan, taking in the young man's muscular frame, a stark contrast to his own frail, aging body.Comparing himself to Logan was like measuring earth against the sky—utterly unfair and illogical."Honey," Soegi pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, let's not say things that defy reason. How could an old man possibly outperform a young one?"However, immediately after Soegi uttered those words, another slap landed on his face, even harder than the first. His wrinkled face flushed crimson, resembling a boiled crab."Age dictates everything," his wife scolded once more. "If I say you can defeat Logan, then you must! I won't tolerate any ex
As the attendees in the courtroom began to settle down, the door at the back opened, and a dignified man in a black robe entered the room. It was Judge Harrison, an elderly man with thinning white hair, yet exuding an aura of undeniable authority. Everyone in the room immediately stood up as a sign of respect."Please be seated," Judge Harrison commanded with a deep, authoritative voice, after taking his place at the judge's bench. He rapped his gavel once, signaling the start of the trial.The attendees settled back into their seats, the atmosphere growing intensely serious. Judge Harrison surveyed the entire room with keen eyes before continuing."The divorce trial between Ariana and Logan is officially commencing," he announced, his voice resonating throughout the room. "Counsel for the plaintiff, please present your demands."Ariana's lawyer, a middle-aged man with a slick demeanor, stood up and moved to the front. His name was Ronald Baxter, notorious for his aggressive tactics.
When all eyes fixed on Judge Harrison, the old man stayed silent, sweat beading on his forehead. Anyone, even a 4-year-old, could tell he was nervous. "This is highly unusual," someone half-whispered. "Judge Harrison is always professional in his work. In every trial he leads, his demeanor is consistent: cold, indifferent, and calm. But now..." Another person immediately agreed, stating that there was something different about Judge Harrison today. "Yet, this is just a divorce hearing," another interjected. "He shouldn't be making such complicated decisions since both parties want the separation. Why does he look like he's presiding over a criminal trial?" Aware that negative comments were mounting against him, Judge Harrison knew his silence would only lead to disaster. He decisively rapped his gavel, startling everyone. "The trial will reconvene after lunch," he stated curtly. "What?!" The room instantly buzzed with murmurs as people exchanged bewildered glances at Judge Harri
After a few minutes, a voice over the intercom announced that the trial was about to start. Logan, Shania, and Troye exchanged a few final words, finished their snacks, and stood up, ready to face what was coming."Huff, just a few more hours and this will all be over," Shania said with a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, Logan. They can't charge you that easily."Shania smiled confidently, certain they would soon win the trial with Troye's help. But just as she was feeling optimistic, Troye spoke up in a hesitant tone, "Actually, Miss Moore, I can't guarantee Mr. Kane will win this trial. Please don't be overconfident."Shania frowned and asked in bewilderment, "I thought you could expose the judge's corruption with your speaking skills. Are you saying you can't—""You're mistaken," Troye interrupted, his tone tinged with offense as he sensed the accusation in Shania's words. "I can expose the judge's crimes to everyone, but he's still the one running this trial. Even if his corruption i
Lying on the floor, his body convulsing, blood continued to spurt from the judge's mouth.The room fell silent for a moment before the officers sprang into action. Logan watched as the courtroom guards quickly surrounded Harrison, who was convulsing on the floor. Meanwhile, the people in the audience stood up from their seats, straining to get a better view."Damn, Judge Harrison's hematemesis is acting up!" one of the officers shouted in panic. "Quick, call an ambulance!" He then turned to the entire courtroom, shouting loudly, "Is there a doctor here?"Bruno immediately raised his hand confidently, thinking he would be the sole hero for Judge Harrison. However, someone else also raised their hand from the back row. "A neurologist here!" the voice shouted.Logan turned toward the voice, spotting a woman in the back corner of the courtroom with her hand raised high. Frowning, Logan realized something."Isn't that Natalie Harper, one of the most renowned doctors at Southriver Hospital
All eyes fixed on Logan with curious expressions and whispers rippling through the crowd."Logan, a mere janitor, assisting Judge Harrison? Impossible," someone remarked incredulously."Perhaps he imagines mopping hospital floors has somehow imparted medical knowledge," another replied. "Still, Judge Harrison's illness is grave. Just observe how seasoned doctors like Natalie and Bruno appear to wrestle with despair.""I see. Logan is too naive if he believes he can measure up to the medical expertise of Dr. Natalie and Dr. Bruno."Despite the barrage of disparaging remarks directed his way, Logan remained unperturbed. His smile persisted, radiating unshakable confidence.The officer in front of Logan chuckled softly and asked, "I don't quite follow your reasoning. Have you pursued medical education before and obtained a medical degree?"Logan simply shook his head. The officer chuckled again, joined now by several participants behind him, who also began to laugh softly.With a restrai
Bruno abandoned his medical equipment and stood up. He waved to the perimeter guards, signaling them to let Logan through."Let him through," he ordered.Following Bruno's direct order, the guards immediately parted and allowed Logan to pass through.On the other side, Troye approached Shania, doubt evident in his voice. "Miss Moore, does Logan really have medical skills?"Shania shot Troye a sharp glance but said nothing.Troye cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable. "I know you're angry at me for giving up so easily. I just want to make sure..."Shania sighed deeply, then spoke softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. You need to see it for yourself."Troye nodded slowly, refocusing on Logan, who stood close to Bruno and Natalie. Logan's eyes burned with a blend of anger and resentment aimed at Bruno. Bruno twitched nervously, attempting to conceal his unease.Logan ignored Bruno completely and turned to Natalie, who regarded him with curious eyes."Logan Maxwell," she mur