Julia’s POV
The noise outside the car was deafening. Reporters and protestors alike were yelling "Murderer!" while hurling rotten tomatoes and bananas at the windshield. “Liar!”
The splatter of the fruits against the glass was frightening me as well as pissing me off. Emily’s death was an accident so why the hell was I paying for it now?
I blame my father’s opponent who went to dig up dirts from his past, now they are hurling it at me, staining my reputation. It was insane to comprehend. I never knew the urgency of this case till now. I thought I was doing this to save my father’s political ambition but now it looks like I might be saving myself as well too.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, my heart pounding but my face set in a mask of calm. I was dressed in a black
