“I need you to stop interfering with it. If you don't like my decision, just be happy for me. For once in your life, stop trying to rule my life and be happy for me and if Sheila really wanted to drive a wedge between us, she wouldn't stoop so low as doing something petty. You should know that by now,” Having said that, he walked out. “Mum…,” Smart started but Mrs Genevieve held her hand up silencing him.“Get out!” She said as he sighed.“You've all got to be kidding me,” and he left.Sheila finished telling her parents everything.“Oh boy, that's a lot to take in and it sure looks like it's going to take this guy's mother time to really accept you,” Mr Hockings said as Sheila nodded in agreement.“And don't ever feel like you're not adding anything to the group. You've done the best you can do for someone who is staying with the enemy in the same house,” Mrs Hockings said as Sheila smiled.“I felt nice talking to you both plus this dessert is sick,” she said as her mother smiled. H

They took an hour questioning her as they all got exhausted. Everything she said boiled down to the fact that she didn't kill Mrs Genevieve. The officers pressed harder, using Camila’s initial reluctance to disclose details as evidence of deceit. They questioned the validity of her story, pointing out inconsistencies and emphasizing the damning physical evidence. They twisted her hesitation into an accusation like, “You didn’t want to tell us about the fight with her sons because you knew it might make you look guilty, didn’t you?” But despite their aggressive tactics, Camila maintained her innocence. Her answers were consistent, even if shaky under pressure. She had no motive to harm the victim, and she insisted she was only there to comfort a friend. After hours of relentless questioning, the officers left the room, frustrated by their inability to break her story. Behind the one-way mirror, the lead detective frowned. “She’s either a damn good liar or she really doesn’t know what

She gave him some time to himself and when she felt like he needed someone beside him, she sighed, entering inside. She looked around, feeling guilty for entering the house. She thought it was abominable for her to enter the house of the woman who never wanted her to be with her son and now she was dead and Sheila felt like somehow, she was at fault. If she didn't come into Duncan's life, he wouldn't have quarreled with his mother for her sake and he would have been here with her today not mourning her. She sat beside him. She didn't say anything or try to touch him. She just let him be. When she felt like he was okay, she wrapped her hands around him, patting him.“It's okay. I'm here for you. Everything is going to be okay,” she said, wrapping her hands around him.“Nothing is ever going to be okay, Sheila. She's gone and she's never coming back and it's all my fault,” Duncan said, crying.“It's not your fault. Abraham is the one that should be blamed,” Sheila said as Duncan left h

“What is she doing here?” Duncan asked as everyone looked at him. Sheila chuckled nervously.“Is there a problem? I'm supposed to be here,” she said as Duncan scoffed.“Is there a problem, Duncan?” Keith asked.“I just don't want her here. I don't want to see her face,” Duncan said as Sheila scoffed.“Well, sorry to disappoint you but you'll have to see my face. If you don't like it, you can leave,” she said as he glared at her. Sheila turned to Keith, smiling but she wasn't happy. Since Mrs Genevieve died, it's as if the love Duncan had for her died as well. She knew he secretly blamed her for his mother's death. He couldn't even look her in the face without glaring at her. It was becoming impossible to stay in the same room as him. “So, I found out why lawyers are backing out from Camila's case,” she said as Smart looked at her.“What did you find?” He asked her.“Someone must have threatened them with something they loved if they defended the case,” Sheila said, showing evidence.

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to find the courage to say something, anything. Before she could, the heavy wooden doors of the courtroom swung open with a loud bang. All heads turned in unison, the sudden noise breaking the tension like a thunderclap. A man entered, tall and confident, his dark eyes scanning the room. He wore a tailored, crisp suit, and his presence commanded attention. His name was Vincenzo Cassano, a renowned criminal defense lawyer from Italy. He had just flown in that morning, having been hired at the last minute by Sheila Hockings to take on her case. He held a leather briefcase in one hand and a confident, determined expression on his face and behind him was Sheila Hockings. Keith looked confused for a second but Sheila winked at him as she sat beside Duncan.“I'm I late?” She asked as Keith smiled. He was so grateful. He shook his head. “No need to thank me. I'm just too good,” she said as Smart chuckled.“Remind me why I love you again?” He asked as