Chapter 142: The Court Case V
Breathing became increasingly difficult for Ewan, especially with the intense glares directed at him from all angles—including those of the elders.
What has he done? He wondered, suppressing the anger he felt toward his friends. Hadn’t they tried to warn him earlier? Yet here he was, having chosen to believe a foolhardy hacker.
He gripped his knees tightly, forcing himself to take a deep breath to alleviate the throbbing ache in his head.
He stole a glance at Fiona, and frowned when he saw her scratching her inner palms—a clear sign of her nervousness for him.
Ewan sighed softly, tilting his head toward her, and whispered, "Don’t worry about me; everything will be fine."
Fiona managed a pitiful nod. "I hope so. I hope you win custody of the children."
But even Ewan felt the weight of doubt gnawing at him. With the evidence Athena had presented, it seemed inevitable that they would be granted equal rights to the children, and strangely enough, he was somewhat relieved that Athena wasn’t a mass murderer after all.
His eyes drifted to the image of the mangled car displayed on the screen. How had Athena survived such a horrific event?
He watched her now, take a deep breath before moving to the next slide. How many slides did she even have?
"This is the second attempt, a year ago," Athena continued, causing another wave of gasps to ripple through the hall. "This time, my children were with me. It was a traumatizing experience for us, as Morgan drove the car himself."
The tension in the air thickened, but the gasps quickly subsided, clearly overshadowed by the lingering authority of Elder Timothy.