"Father?" Rose laughed mockingly, a cold sound that cut cleanly through the silence of the courtroom. "A father wouldn't steal his child's birthright, torture his wife, or attempt to murder his own flesh and blood for his own gain!"The atmosphere inside the courtroom reached a boiling point. Baskoro attempted to leap to his feet again, but two police officers immediately pinned his shoulders firmly to his chair."Defendant Baskoro! This is the final warning from the Bench! If you cannot maintain order, we will proceed with these proceedings in your absence!" the Presiding Judge thundered, striking his gavel heavily.Bang! Bang! Bang!Baskoro was left breathing heavily, his face flushed red with intense rage and humiliation in front of the media and gallery.On the other side, Emran didn't dare look at Rose. Her former fiancé kept his head bowed in utter frustration, fully aware that any resistance was completely futile.He knew his offenses were not as severe as Baskoro's. He was onl

In the courthouse courtyard, Richard stood straight, watching the police vehicle that carried Soraya away. Bejo stood beside him, his jaw tight.“She said she wasn’t the only one,” Bejo muttered. “That means there’s someone else.”Richard rubbed his tired face. “I’ve already contacted the senior investigator. They’ll interrogate her tonight. I’ll have people find out who communicated with that woman before. Even if there are others behind her, I’m certain they’re part of Baskoro’s group that was already caught.”Itari, who had been silent until now, finally spoke in a hoarse voice. “Samson… he’ll be all right, won’t he? He just had surgery a few days ago because of the gunshot wound to his chest.”Richard didn’t answer right away. He only stared in the direction the ambulance had already gone.Bejo clenched his fists. “I’m going to the hospital now. Mrs. Itari, are you coming?”“I’m coming,” Itari replied without hesitation.Richard nodded. “I’ll follow after I make sure Soraya’s dete

"Lady Clara?" Bejo rose from his seat as Clara approached in a wheelchair, pushed by a nurse."I heard what happened to Samson. How could this happen, Jo? How is he doing now?" Clara asked, her voice laden with deep anxiety, her eyes swollen from crying.Bejo let out a heavy sigh before kneeling to bring himself level with Clara's wheelchair. "The surgery is finished, My Lady. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding and remove his damaged spleen. But..." Bejo trailed off, casting a brief glance at the glass wall of the ICU."But what, Bejo? Tell me!" Clara urged, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. Her fingers gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly."Samson hasn't regained consciousness," Itari cut in as she stepped forward, sparing Bejo, who looked too heartbroken to continue. "His heart rate dropped during surgery due to the strain from his previous injuries. The doctor said he is in a post-traumatic coma."The color drained from Clara's face. The tears she had be