CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO COURTROOM CONFRONTATION

<> ELIZABETH MAGISTRATE COURT, STANDSTERN. ~GEORGE~ How was I supposed to explain to the world that Ellen's death news was making me go insane? …and that the grief was suffocating me? I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair but I had to keep going like nothing was wrong and besides, the court case couldn't be postponed. There weren't so many people in the court since it wasn't a criminal case but the ones who were present kept staring at me with expressions I couldn't totally describe while I walked in.. Cold chills and breeze ran down my spine as I walked in, welcoming me but I knew deep in me that the cold breeze had a meaning.. If I'm right, the meaning is a negative one. The first person my eyes caught was Frank. He was seated right beside a man whose official dressing gave me a clue of his professional identity. “George..” I saw him whisper by reading his lips and with that, his lips curved into a mean smirk. My eyes darted towards the small gallery

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