We arrived at the Court late, intentionally, hoping to see the annoyed faces of my uncle and his family.
Maverick walked in front of me and Alfred behind as they walked into the hall.
I could see the demeaning look on my uncle’s face, a clearly visible bandage around his leg, of course to gain some extra pity point from the judge, that he was attacked by his niece.
“Miss Liliac, you do realize that you will be fined for being late to your hearing” the judge says.
I take a seat and nod at him.
“Shall we begin” he says.
“Plaintiff, can we get your opening statement?” He asked.
A man boldly stood up from his seat,
“Your honor, my client is the only remaining son of the Roman family, and as we all know, the empires are given the sons and not the daughters, much less a grandchild while
