I hate him.
Since the day that man shattered me, I hated him so much.
“Your Honor,” his lawyer began, “due to my client’s recent health condition and our emergency appeal for postponement, we respectfully request the trial be suspended until further medical clearance.”
The words were polite. Professional. But every syllable tasted like rot.
I can’t even believe how he could still defend a person that evil. But maybe, money could really buy class and dignity.
I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. I knew Miguel. I knew how far he'd go to buy time.
I stood.
"Objection, Your Honor," I said, voice steady, but my heart was pounding so loud it hurt. "Mr. Grant has been cleared by his private physicians three times this week. If he is capable of handling corporat
