The Million-Dollar Heart

Zinnia gasped and turned to look at Leopold Sterling, who was smirking weirdly, "Who are you calling an old hag?!"

"Hey, isn't that Austin's mom over there? Why is your daughter sitting with the Littleton family's witnesses? Don't tell me she's the witness Vivienne Hawthorn mentioned."

Zinnia retorted, "Impossible! She's my daughter; why would she side with strangers?!"

Leopold chuckled disdainfully, "Oh, now you remember she's your daughter? What were you doing before?!"

"You!"

"Order!"

The judge frowned, banging the gavel for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Looking down at Cassidy, who stood confidently in the witness stand, the judge's frown deepened, "Witness, please present your testimony."

Cassidy glanced towards her mother Zinnia, who was staring at her in shock, and smiled slightly, "Your Honor, my name is Cassidy. I'm supposedly the girl Julian was accused of harassing."

"I can affirm, Julian has been the best teacher I've had since starting school. He did not harass me. The whole situation was a scam orchestrated by my mother Zinnia and Kipling Abernasy." The courtroom erupted in shock.

Zinnia screamed, "You little brat! What nonsense are you spouting?! Get down here, I've done so much for you, and this is how you repay me?!"

Kipling was equally unsettled, "Cassidy, have you lost your mind?! Do you realize what you're saying? Come down now!"

smile only grew

Zinnia and Kipling layer by layer, "Of course, I know what I'm saying,

makeup perfectly

Vivienne had managed to bring Cassidy, the

Honor, I've heard Cassidy suffers from severe

if you had educated yourself, you'd know depression isn't amnesia. People with depression are only emotionally down but their memory and awareness are

rule against people with depression testifying. Especially when the

I demand a

to break through the police barrier, "Cassidy, come back! Don't make a scene here. How could I, as your mother, not know about

"What do you know?"

to sell me off to influential old men, or how to make me serve as a maid for you and

how to deprive me of my college opportunities, claiming I had depression, and lock me in a hospital? If it weren't for this attempt to frame Julian again, I might have spent my life in a dark room!" The courtroom was in an uproar, the

all those things to me, you should have expected that one day, I

Kipling's chances of finding another witness were slim, and Jerry's eyes gleamed with the success

Kipling, driven by immense fear, broke through the police line and approached Cassidy, "You traitor! How much

"Get lost!"

to kick him

stood behind Leopold, her calm gaze

have you forgotten what you did to me five years ago?!" "Your Honor, I wish to press charges

said each word clearly, "Zinnia