Chapter 118
Chapter 118:
For a whole week, nobody at Nyx got any work done. A few even submitted their resignations.
Violet was too busy licking her wounds to pick a fight with me.
Meanwhile, my follower count on social media exploded. My inbox was flooded. Several companies offered me jobs.
But my focus wasn’t on work at the moment.
Days before the trial, Hannah and her team finally managed to convince Priya Sharma to testify. She and her family had flown into Skyline City.
I hadn’t seen her since high school. We’d kept in touch a little—texts now and then, money when she needed it—but not face-to-face.
She hadn’t changed much. Still small, still a bit fragile-looking, though there was a new quietness about her.
Hannah’s team spent two full days preparing her for court.
With Priya’s testimony, the trial went smoothly.
The Brooke family didn’t even bother to show up. They didn’t send a lawyer, not even a friend.
Knowing she’d been abandoned, Isobel didn’t put up much of a fight in court. In the end, she was sentenced to three years for assault, false imprisonment, harassment, and a host of other charges.
“She deserved more,” I said. “So much more p>
Hannah shrugged. “I know it’s hard to accept, Mira, but with the way the system works, this was the best we could get p>
“Best? She gets three years for all the damage she’s done? She’s basically getting off easy p>
Hannah sighed, rubbing her temples. “I get it. Trust me. But you have to understand—there’s only so much we can do. We fought for everything we could.” She added, “She’ll serve the full sentence. No early parole, no bail. I’ll make sure of it p>
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“Thanks.” I nodded at her. “I know you tried p>
The morning of the trial, there was a light drizzle.
By the time I stepped out of the courthouse, the clouds had cleared, and the sun hit my face, warm and comforting.
Priya Sharma was trailing behind me as we stepped outside, her hand clutching my sleeve like she was afraid she’d get lost if left alone.
“Don’t worry,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile. “There’s no one here to hurt you now. The flat at Oakwood Apartments is yours for the time being. You can stay there and wait for the compensation to come through. Meanwhile, I can show you around Skyline. Just give me a couple of days, then I’ll come find you p>
She gave a quiet, raspy “Thanks.” Her vocal cords had been damaged beyond repair.
I was going to take her to the flat myself, but then I spotted a black car parked near the courthouse. Ashton was stepping out of it.