The air in the courtroom felt heavy, the tension palpable as Dante's lawyer finished presenting his accusation. His smug demeanor betrayed his belief that this would be the killing blow to my case.
"This document," he announced, holding up the damning piece of paper, "proves that Margaret Aldridge forged her will, invalidating Emilia Aldridge's claim to the inheritance."
The words reverberated in the silence that followed. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of the accusation nearly overwhelming. I glanced at Meredith, whose expression remained calm, though her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table.
"Your Honor," Meredith began, standing with unshakable confidence, "this accusation is baseless. The Blackwoods have a history of fabricating evidence, and we're confident that this is no exception."
Dante's lawyer smirked. "Then you won't mind if the court verifies the authenticity of this document, will you?"
