The courtroom was unusually tense, even more than previous days. The benches were filled to capacity; reporters, legal enthusiasts, and curious observers all lined the gallery.Jalen sat quietly in the second row with Sonia by his right and his mother, Bola Adesina, by his left. Bola, despite her usual elegance and poise, wore a firm expression. Her hands were folded, eyes locked on the front.There was no doubt the court drama had drained her. But she was here to see it through. Sonia looked from Jalen to the bench ahead, her fingers brushing his gently under the table—a silent way of saying, “I’m here.”At the front row, Spider sat upright like a soldier going into battle. His eyes were fixed on the judge’s seat, his jaw tightened.Beside him, his younger sister sat in silence, legs crossed and hands clenched. Their lawyer, Barrister Greg Mends, stood ready, flipping through a thick file of documents and video transcripts.On the opposite side, Andrew sat with an annoying ease, his