"I see. You survived that hell, so why didn't you ask for help?"
…
A terrible silence fell over the courtroom.
Defendant Basset said nothing.
Even his outstanding acting skills were of no use now. I had hit the nail on the head. I was going to drive the point home.
"You said your children were in the residence hall? Court reporter, bring them here immediately."
"Yes!"
The court reporter's voice boomed with authority.
Unlike when I had summoned Baron Relbrandt, his gaze was sharp, as if he were ready to sever Basset's head right then and there.
After quite some time, the court reporter returned, accompanied by a pair of siblings who looked as if they had been through a lot. G
I smiled softly at the frightened children.
"Kids, don't be nervous. We're here to clear your father's name."
"Yes."
"Okay, then answer me this: Where did you live a year ago?"
