Chapter 98
Behind The Spotlight Chapter 98
"Fuck you, Axel! I hope you fucking die! How can you do this to me!?" Cynthia's voice cracked with rage and despair.
She screamed in court as the police handcuffed her. The woman was painfully thin, clearly addicted to drugs. Her cheeks were hollow, and her arms were dotted with needle marks. Almost every part of her body was covered in tattoos, even her face bore crude symbols and names.
"Haha! You think you won!? No! John is not your son! He is not your son!" Her voice had become manic.
"Cynthia, you should try a better lie. I did a DNA test when John was still young. He is my son."
"...Fuck you! Go to hell!"
The courtroom fell silent as Cynthia was dragged away by the officers, her curses growing distant until they faded completely.
Zaul Greatman had proven to be everything they had hoped for in a lawyer. The money Axel paid him was worth every cent, all to ensure that justice was finally served.
The actor sat down and sighed deeply, overwhelmed by the emotional toll of the trial. At last, the ordeal was over. Zaul had completely dismantled Cynthia's case in front of everyone. He didn't even give her room to breathe.