Maxwell had exhausted all avenues, seeking out one lawyer after another, but the response was always the same: the case couldn't be reopened. Frustration etched on his face, he sat across from yet another lawyer, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope.
"Sir, did you mean nothing can be done?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with desperation.
The lawyer's expression was sympathetic, but his words were resolute. He nodded negatively, his head shaking slowly from side to side.
Maxwell's eyes narrowed, skepticism written across his face. "I doubt it," he muttered, his voice low and even. "This case can't be reopened?"
The lawyer's response was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Maxwell. I think it's time to let it go."
Maxwell's face darkened, anger simmerin
