It’s the final day of the trial and I’m seated in my chair waiting for the damn judge, I look over to my right and Wyatt throws me a look that shows I would be defeated.
I keep my head high as I stare back at him.
The judge walks in, they all rise but I just sit there staring at him.
Once his eyes lands on me, he freezes for a second before he finally takes his seat.
The clerk rose and began to read,
“In the High Court of Probate, Civil Division, in the matter concerning the Estate of the late Augustus Romanus, hereinafter referred to as ‘the Testator,’ and the disputed instrument purporting to constitute his Last Will and Testament…”
The judge adjusted his spectacles, gaze moving from Wyatt… and finally to me.
Then he spoke.
“Having reviewed the pleadings, the evidentiary record,
