Chapter 326 Self-incrimination

• Ella
• The golden chandeliers of the courtroom seemed to dim as Judge Milton beckoned Mr. Westbrook and me to his private chambers.
• The anticipation was suffocating, every step echoing with a gravity that felt overwhelming. The grandeur of the courtroom gave way to the more intimate confines of Judge Milton’s chambers—a room steeped in history, with dark wooden panels, shelves lined with leather-bound books, and a magnificent mahogany desk that seemed to have seen centuries of justice dispensed from behind it.