All pairs of eyes seated in the courtroom turned to glare at the noisy Harriet, who was up on her feet and attempting to run to her husband.
"What do you think you're doing, Harriet?" Uncle Lazarus demanded angrily, pulling at her left wrist. "Sit down."
Before anyone else could reprimand Harriet, Desmond's broken voice reverberated in the room, his sunken eyes widening in excitement.
"My love!" Desmond screamed for joy, lifting both of his handcuffed hands. He wasn't expecting to see his wife after the way she reacted that night before the arrest. He thought he had lost her forever after watching Lilian verbally end her marriage.
"Order!" Judge Addams struck his gavel against the sound block, his eyes flared and nose crinkled. "I will have order in my courtroom." His icy gaze darted between the husband and wife.
The court police officer standing close to the accused, poked Desmond with his black-coated wooden baton on the side
