CHAPTER 7: The Trap Snares
CHAPTER 7: The Trap Snares
Isabella didn't fight the guards physically. She knew that would give them the "unstable" proof they wanted. Instead, she looked into the security camera she had secretly installed on the cottage porch.
"Let him go," Isabella said to the lawyer, her voice perfectly calm now. "We will go to the courthouse right now. Call Eleanor. Tell her to meet us there. Let's finish this today."
An hour later, the private family courtroom was tense. Eleanor sat on one side, flanked by a team of high-priced lawyers, looking smug. Isabella and Adrian sat on the other, with Noah sitting safely between them.
The corrupt judge banged his gavel. "We are here to determine the temporary custody of Noah Whitmore. The grandmother presents evidence of the mother's volatile behavior—"
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"Your Honor, if I may," Adrian stood up, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "Before you read those falsified reports, we would like to submit a new piece of evidence. It is a live-streamed deposition from the federal banking auditors."
Eleanor’s smug smile instantly vanished.
