Maxwell turned to Lawrence. “What do we do now.”
“We fight,” the lawyer said. “We prepare evidence. We go to court. We expose Cassian before he destroys you. It will not be easy, but it is not impossible.”
Maribel rested a hand on her son’s arm. “This is not the end. It is the beginning of a correction.”
The next hours blurred into motion. Evidence classified. statements drafted. emails retrieved. Maxwell remained uncharacteristically quiet, absorbing each blow of truth. Rage simmered but did not boil. His mother’s presence steadied him. Tessa’s diligence surprised him. She worked beside him without complaint, guiding him through signatures she had memorized. Her voice slowly gained confidence, and Maxwell saw that fear and strength often wore the same face.
At the courthouse, Cassian stood waiting. He smiled with a familiarity that now felt venomous. He spoke like a friend, but every word was a lie meant to cut deeper. Maxwell listened. Lawrence dismantled the claims. Tessa testified. Maribel confirmed the deceit.
By the end of the hearing, the judge’s gavel came down with the weight of salvation.
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