At the far end, near the double doors of Courtroom 3B, a group of people stood waiting.

I recognized Grant immediately.

He was wearing a tailored navy suit, his hair perfectly combed.

Beside him stood Evelyn, her silver hair styled in a severe bob, her pearl necklace gleaming under the lights.

Vanessa Hale stood slightly behind them, looking polished but visibly uncomfortable.

She kept glancing at her phone.

And next to them were three men in identical dark suits, holding thick manila folders.

Grant’s high-priced legal team.

As soon as the elevator doors fully opened, Grant looked up.

His eyes met mine, and a slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips.

He whispered something to his mother.

Evelyn turned her head, her cold blue eyes locking onto me.

She looked at Rosie in my arms, then at Nathan beside me.

There was no warmth in her gaze, only the calculation of a woman who was used to buying whatever she wanted.

“Just keep walking,” Nathan muttered under his breath.

His arm was solid as iron beneath my hand.

We began the long walk down the marble corridor.