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In the interim at Mr. Robinson's multibillion-dollar mansion after the heated argument between Fiona and her stepmother. Jessica was seen pacing back and forth in her room. Worries obviously etched onto her features. The change in the situation earlier surprised her. She thought she had won Ethan to her side after playing the widow's card. She was in a pool of thought when the door of her room suddenly flung open, jolting her out of her daydream. “Who the hell can’t knock before coming in!?” Her gaze instinctively turned to the door with a darkened expression, which quickly faded away after seeing who it was. “Bernard,” she called with a worried tone. “Why are you here? You should be in your room,” she met him halfway to the door. With a tightened jaw and a frown that created wrinkles on his forehead, Bernard walked past Jessica to the other side of the room near the window blind, staring outside as night slowly crawled in. Jessica turned to him, surprised at the look on his face.
The rhythmic tapping on the door jolted Fiona out of her peaceful slumber. Waking up with a yawn, she scrambled on the bed for her phone, pressing the power button to check what time it was. It was still 07:30 in the morning, which means she had slept for eight hours since the previous night.Rowan let out a soft snore, making Fiona’s gaze instinctively turn to him. He was still fast asleep. A tap came on the door again and Fiona swiftly stood up from the bed as her cotton pajamas swished between her legs. She had now come to her senses that it was the knock that jolted her awake. The thoughts of who might be knocking this early in the morning rang through her head as she fit her legs into a flip-flop lying beside the bedroom door, making her way to the entrance door through the living room. She unbolted the door to reveal Ethan, dressed in chinos and a buttoned-down shirt. As Fiona opened the door, her light silver gray eyes locked with Ethan’s warm brown eyes. Ethan fixed his gaze
After dropping Rowan off at school, Ethan and Fiona headed to their family's psychologist hospital, where it was likely they would meet him.“Mr. Miller, what was in the documents my stepmother showed you?” Fiona asked curiously, her gaze briefly meeting him."It's his medical report," he replied, taking his gaze off the road to take a quick look at Fiona before returning it to the road again. “But I don’t trust the reports,” Ethan added. “Do you think it would be a fake one, or maybe she forged it?” Fiona raised a curious brow. Ethan nodded slightly. “I think so,” he paused and furrowed his brow. “But, come to think of it, if it were to be a fake one, do you think she would have it since she doesn’t know Mr. Robinson’s intention of giving all his properties to you?” Ethan added.There were a few seconds of silence before Fiona spoke. “Does that mean it was true that my father was mentally unstable?” Fiona’s brow narrowed in confusion. “If it’s to be true, that means the will is in
“Nana? but how?" Fiona leaned forward. “How is she going to help us?” Her brow furrowed in concentration at what Ethan had to say. “We need to have a DNA test done on Bernard, and the only way we could do that is either we get his blood, saliva, buccal cells, bone marrow, and any other bodily fluids,” Ethan explained. "Yes, I know how DNA is being done, but no way,” Fiona shook her head in disagreement. “I'm not involving Nana in this. I wouldn’t want her to get into trouble because of me,” Fiona muttered with a concerned tone. Ethan tilted his head toward her and maintained eye contact. "Listen, Fiona; we need proof against Jessica. She has a fake DNA result, which I am sure she presented to Mr. Robinson in the past, and it must have been so real for him to believe her. We have to find any means possible to get this DNA done, as it is the only way to disprove Bernard's relationship with your father,” he explained. “But, how do you think Nana would get all of these? She is just a
Jessica shouted disdainfully at the top of her voice. Her arrival sent a pang of chill down all the maids' spines. She carried her tired legs as she held onto the railings of the staircase, making her way to the upper part of the mansion.Getting up, she walked past Bernard’s room, but suddenly turned and walked towards the room. “Bernard!” She yelled, waiting outside the door with her ear placed beside it to eavesdrop on any sound coming from inside.“Bernard, I’m home. I've hired a new lawyer. Are you sleeping?” She continued to hope that he would come out. When it felt like eternity and Bernard didn’t reply, she pushed the door open and went inside the room. She decided not to enter earlier because Bernard always calls for privacy. Once she was in, she scanned her eyes around to check if she would see Bernard. “I see you’re sleeping; good for you. You didn’t disobey me and leave home,” she sighed contentedly after seeing a figure wrapped in a duvet lying on the bed.She turned a
Once Ethan, Fiona, and Rowan settled in the car, Ethan suddenly spoke like he remembered something. “Let me speak to Nana,” Ethan suggested. Fiona didn’t doubt Ethan’s plan; she allowed him to do things the way he knew it was perfect. Ethan put a call across to Nana and told her that his friend, Lim Ming, a renowned doctor, was going to meet her at the mansion's entrance. Ethan told her that Lim was going to give Nana his name card and Ethan’s own; that way Nana would be able to recognize that Lim was from Ethan, and then she would give the sample she collected to Lim. “He will call me as soon as he receives it from her. I trust him,” Ethan assured Fiona after hanging up the call. Fiona wore a small smile and stared into Ethan’s eyes. She doesn’t know why Ethan was going out of his way to help her, but all she felt right there was gratitude. She doesn’t have money; without him, she would have been lost. “Thank you, Mr. Miller,” Fiona appreciated, still maintaining eye contact. Sh
Armed with all the necessary evidence, Ethan finally submitted the case for trial.On the day of trial, everyone stood up as the judge entered the courtroom, a high-rise building designed to be spacious and well-lit. As the judge sat down, the people present also took their seats afterward. Silence ensued in the room as the tension grew thicker, such that a knife would cut through. Fiona sat on one side, exuding an aura of confidence because the odds of winning the case were in her favor, and who was representing her again? The legendary lawyer, Ethan Miller. Jessica, the plaintiff, stood at one side; one couldn’t tell the look on her face, but it was smug, the one she always wore when things seemed to be going in her favor. She seemed to be optimistic about today. The judge cleared her throat and spoke. "Case number 1011: Fiona Robinson vs. Jessica Robinson." Plaintiff’s attorney, please state your case.” The judge’s voice was firm and authoritative as her gaze lingered around th
"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