"Is there anything you've been giving to the late Mr. Robinson in the past year?" Because his autopsy results showed that he died from a slow poison.” Jessica's heart skipped a beat, the shock on her face mirroring everybody's own, as Ethan's question seemed to catch her and everyone off guard.Why was Mr. Miller asking her that? What did he know?Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. “You don’t have the right to ask my client such a question!” Attorney Thompson countered, defending Jessica, who sighed internally at the rescue because she didn’t know what to say at that moment. She was gobsmacked. "My lord," Ethan said, directing his gaze at the judge. "Permit me to call on Robinson's family doctor, who performed an autopsy on Mr. Robinson after he died in the hospital," Ethan concluded, turning to the doctor and gesturing for him to enter the witness box.As the doctor approached, Jessica felt a surge of panic. ‘What did he discover that she didn't know about?’Fiona sat w
As the judge passed her verdict, Jessica’s face contorted into a mask of shock and horror. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Life imprisonment? With caning? It was a fate worse than death. She fell on her knees, her body trembling, her voice barely a whisper. “This can't be happening,” she muttered, tears streaming down her eyes. Who would have thought she would end up this way? The wife of a famous CEO ending up in life imprisonment? And caning for God knows till when? Would she be able to endure that?She wailed and cried bitterly on the floor as two law enforcement officials approached her and lifted her up. “Get your filthy hands off!” she yelled, trying to break free from their grip. “You can’t take me to prison; I'm Beckett Robinson’s wife... You won’t do such to me!”. As much as she attempted and struggled to break free, the law enforcement officials’ grip was so tight on her that she couldn’t even make any movement away from them. Bernard, with a grave and bitter
As Fiona, Nana, and Ethan left the courthouse, they headed straight to Rowan’s school to pick him up since it was closing time. Once they picked up Rowan from school, they headed straight to the apartment to get their belongings. “Mama, where are we moving to again?” Rowan raised a curious gaze to stare at his mother, who wore a small smile on her face. Fiona stopped in her tracks and turned to him. “We are going to grandpa’s mansion; that’s our home now,” Fiona answered gleefully. “Are you serious? Did Ethan win the case for us?” Rowan probed further with a small grin on his face.Fiona smiled softly and turned to Ethan, who stood near his car, staring at the mother and son. "Yes, Mr. Miller won the case for us," Fiona answered, then turned back to Rowan, who ran to Ethan immediately after what the mother said, hugging him around his legs.“Ethan, thanks for helping Mama,” Rowan muttered in an appreciative tone. His action did nothing but melt Ethan’s heart. He had never been part
It was the next day, Fiona was dressed up and ready to leave for her Beckett’s enterprise, a company specializing in indoor farming techniques to produce fresh, locally grown food year-round. She wore a pantsuit with black shoes and a handbag that complimented her dress, all trying to be simple. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her light silver gray eyes sparkled. She couldn’t help but smile at how things changed for the better within a few weeks. She had almost lost hope while she was in the motel with Rowan. Her mind drifted away from that thought, now remembering the letter her father wrote to her. Telling her to rebuild his company. She gulped down nothing in her throat, swearing inwardly to fulfill what her father wanted. She wouldn’t want to disappoint him again, so she must do everything to make the company excel more than it was doing. “Mama, I’m ready for school; I don’t want to go late today,” Rowan called his mom’s attention, prompting her to
Rooted on the spot, Fiona felt sadness crept into her heart. Her shoulders slumped and her knees trembled. She felt like if she continued standing on the spot, she would fall to the ground. This wasn’t what she was expecting—being shunned by every member of the board.She clenched her trembling and sweaty hand into a fist, trying desperately to fight the turmoil within her, but it was not as easy as she had thought. Tears that had glistened in her eyes like a cloud of gloom threatened to break free, but she held them, trying not to make them think she was weak.‘Fiona, you’ve got this; don’t give them that impression that you’re incompetent. Don’t let them win with just their mean-spirited comments. Be strong like you always are,' she muttered inwardly to herself. She did a mental sigh followed by a forced smile, and just as she summoned up the courage to speak and defend her ego, another member of the board beat her to it. “Why not let the young woman grab a seat?” A member who had
While Jackson was at work, he couldn’t concentrate on the work he was meant to do, and he couldn’t leave it undone either. What was on his mind was for him to get home and confront Alaina about what he had seen earlier on his phone. Later that day, Jackson left work and went home. He stormed into the house, the air crackled with his anger. It was like a storm brewing. His chest fell and rose in annoyance. “Alaina!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the walls of the house. There was no answer. He searched room by room, his rage growing with each empty space and also loosening his buttoned-shirt at the same time. Finally, he found her in the kitchen, busy cooking. Alaina’s head whipped around as she noticed someone making their way into the kitchen. “Darling, guess what? I'm cooking your favorite,” Alaina, seemingly oblivious to the anger etched on Jackson’s face, uttered, giving Jackson a quick glance before turning away. “Alaina!” he roared again, his face flushed with ange
Fiona read the email, feeling a bit relaxed about the content. It was everything about the contract they were to bid on and that she had to return to the company, and that’s where she would make her contract plan. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked into the house. “You need to freshen up before you come down for dinner,” Nana gently dropped Rowan on the first staircase to the upper part of the mansion.Rowan’s face twisted into a slight frown, not pleased with what Nana said. “Nana, but I'm hungry. I should eat first.” Fiona, seeing what was happening, shook her head in disapproval to Rowan. “No, you won’t do that,” she interjected, carrying Rowan to the upper part of the mansion. “Nana, we are coming down for dinner soon,” she added before she disappeared from Nana’s sight. “Didn’t I warn you to always freshen up after school?” Fiona asked Rowan as they got into the room. "I was just hungry," he pouted, his expression pitiful.“Don’t be a dirty boy, Rowan. You have
Throughout the drive to Rowan's school, a wave of dread washed over her; her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, prompting her heartbeat to quicken at intervals and fear cramping into her soul.What if her child had been in an accident? What if he was seriously injured? What if it was something worse than that? Would she lose him? As those dreadful thoughts reeled into her mind, she also mentally prayed and forbade those things she had thought about. Her vehicle's tires screeched to a halt as she pulled over and ran into the school, then down the hallway to the principal's office as her footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she ran. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Once she got to the door, she pushed it open without even thinking to knock.“Where is my child? What happened to him?” Her voice shot through the office, panic painted on every word.The principal stood up as soon as she noticed her