In Court, They Lost More Than the Case Novel

Chapter 8 As the screen faded to black, the audience members exchanged bewildered looks. "What's going on? So all of that was staged by the Grahams from the start?" "No way. How could this all be an act? They were actually scalded! If it were me, I'd have screamed even louder." "So what if it was an act? They probably had no choice. Wanda refused to leave with nothing, so they had to go that far. She's just so wicked that they couldn't stand her a moment longer." The live stream chat echoed the crowd's speculations.

Even knowing it was staged, they still believed that Bruce and Sean must've had their reasons. I sneered, arms folded across my chest. "You bunch of blind idiots. Dealing with you all is such a waste of my time." The screen flickered, and the playback of my memories resumed. This time, it was clear that Bruce and Sean weren't satisfied with how the tea incident turned out. Perhaps they thought it wasn't strong enough evidence for a court proceeding. Thus, they decided to bring Sally back home. "Mom, Sally risked her life to save you in that car accident.

You still haven't thanked her in person, so Dad and I were thinking about inviting her over for Thanksgiving so you can thank her properly. You don't mind, do you?" "Wanda, wipe that look off your face. Sally saved your life. We're just trying to show some gratitude." "Bruce, enough," Sally choked out, one hand clasped over her mouth. "Since Wanda hates me, I'll just leave." Seeing her on the verge of tears, the Grahams immediately stopped her and swerved toward me. "Wanda, don't go too far!

Sally literally saved your life!" "Mom, why are you so cold and heartless?" The front door had been left wide open when they brought her in. Hearing the commotion, our nosy neighbors gathered around again, muttering about how ungrateful and nasty I was. Bruce and Sean worked even harder to make their act more convincing. Meanwhile, I was on the couch, snacking away as usual. The noise was giving me a headache, so I stood up and kicked the three of them out. Then, I locked the door behind them. It was over 104°F outside, but that wasn't enough to stop me. As expected, my neighbors were livid.

Ignoring them, I opened my phone and watched the footage from the security cameras I'd deliberately installed outside. The moment our neighbors left, Bruce and Sean dropped their pitiful act and comforted the crying Sally. "Sally, don't be sad. We did that on purpose just to give the court more evidence." "Yeah, Sally. I've long stopped wanting that woman as my mom. I want you to be my mom instead." The three of them hugged each other tightly, as if united against a looming disaster. Through the screen, I saw a smug smile tugging at Sally's lips.

I exited the camera feed and continued stuffing my face with snacks, completely unfazed by the Grahams' performance outside. After a brief rest, they were now bawling their eyes out, begging me to open the door. 1/2