Stephanie Blackwell's heart swelled with a mix of pride and trepidation as she watched her mother, Elisabeth Usher, take the stand. Seated in the witness box, Elisabeth looked elegant yet burdened, her composure tinged with sorrow. Stephanie knew her mother had always supported her, fought for her, and encouraged her to pursue her dreams with unyielding determination. Yet, today, she couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that her mother's presence here was orchestrated by Alexander. Why would he bring her into this? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Harvey Lancaster, Alexander's counsel, stepped forward with his usual confident stride. "Miss Usher," he began, his tone measured and respectful, "thank you for appearing here today. I understand this must be difficult for you."
Elisabeth nodded, her gaze briefly flitting to Stephanie, who sat stiffly at the plaintiff's table. The look in her mother's eyes wasn't one of betrayal but deep sadness, as though she were making a sacrifice she wished she could avoid. Stephanie's stomach twisted in knots.
"Miss Usher," Harvey continued, "could you please recount the events of the night Mr. Blackwell informed you of his decision regarding the division of his shares?"
Elisabeth hesitated, her hands clasped tightly together. "Cassius came to my home in Cherry Hills Village unexpectedly," she began, her voice steady but laced with pain. "He was frantic, more so than I'd ever seen him. He told me about Alexander's plan—a vision he believed would secure the family legacy."
"And what did he say about Stephanie?" Harvey pressed gently.
Elisabeth's voice faltered. "He... he said he would ensure she was taken care of. That she would inherit the real estate company in full. But he believed Alexander needed full control of Blackwell Investments to bring his plan to fruition."
Stephanie clenched her fists under the table. Her mother's words felt like a dagger, each syllable driving deeper into her sense of betrayal. Yet, as she watched Elisabeth, she saw the tears glistening in her mother's eyes, the way her hands trembled as she spoke. It wasn't malice—it was anguish.
"Would you say this decision was motivated by personal bias or favoritism?" Harvey asked.
"No," Elisabeth said firmly, though her voice broke slightly. "Cassius was adamant that this was a business decision. He believed Alexander's vision was unparalleled and that it required singular leadership."
Gregory Baldwin, Stephanie's counsel, shot to his feet. "Objection, Your Honor! Speculation. The witness cannot speak to Mr. Blackwell's motivations."
Judge Patterson raised a brow. "Sustained. Mr. Lancaster, rephrase."
Harvey nodded. "Miss Usher, did Mr. Blackwell explain why he believed Alexander was the only suitable choice?"
Elisabeth exhaled shakily. "He said Alexander understood the complexities of the business in ways that even he didn't. He believed Alexander was the only one capable of achieving the ambitious goals he had in mind."
Stephanie's nails dug into her palms. She could feel the weight of the courtroom's eyes on her, but her focus remained on her mother. Why was she doing this? Why was she standing here, essentially validating Alexander's claim?
When Harvey finished his questioning, he turned to Gregory with a slight smirk. "Your witness."
Gregory rose slowly, his expression composed but his eyes sharp. He glanced at Stephanie, who gave a subtle shake of her head, her message clear: don't cross-examine her. Gregory hesitated, then addressed the judge. "Your Honor, given the unexpected nature of this witness and the gravity of her testimony, the plaintiff requests a ten-minute recess to confer with counsel."
Judge Patterson looked displeased but nodded. "Granted. Court will reconvene in ten minutes."
As they retreated to the private conference room, the atmosphere was tense. Stephanie's husband, David, hovered close to her, his presence steadying. Her uncle Richmond, however, was his usual sardonic self. "Well," he drawled, "it seems our dear Elisabeth has handed Alexander the golden ticket. Any ideas on how to grovel our way back into his good graces?"
"Not helping, Uncle Richmond," Stephanie snapped, though her voice lacked venom. Her mind was racing, replaying her mother's words over and over.
Gregory and his father, Godfrey Baldwin, were huddled in one corner, their murmured conversation blending with the low buzz of the other legal teams. "She undermined our entire argument," Gregory muttered. "With her testimony, Alexander's case is practically bulletproof."
Stephanie sat down heavily, her head in her hands. "Why would she do this?" she whispered, her voice thick with shock and betrayal. "She's always been on my side."
David knelt beside her, his hand resting gently on her arm. "Hey," he said softly, "you're Stephanie. You've faced worse than this and come out stronger. You're brilliant, and you'll figure out a way to turn this around."
She looked at him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. Slowly, a spark of determination lit within her. "You're right," she said, her voice firming. "I have a plan."
When the courtroom reconvened, Harvey Lancaster stood with an air of finality. "Your Honor," he said, "given the clarity of the testimony presented, the defense is ready to proceed to closing statements."
Gregory immediately stood. "Your Honor, the plaintiff would like to call one final witness."
Harvey frowned. "Objection. This is highly irregular."
"As irregular as the defense calling an undisclosed witness?" Gregory countered smoothly. "This testimony is crucial to the plaintiff's case."
Judge Patterson leaned back, her gaze stern. "Mr. Baldwin, you'd better have a compelling reason for this."
"I do, Your Honor," Gregory replied. "The witness is already present in the courtroom."
The courtroom buzzed with curiosity. Harvey's eyes narrowed as he glanced around, trying to deduce Gregory's move. The judge rapped her gavel. "Order. Mr. Baldwin, who is this witness?"
Gregory turned, his voice ringing out. "The plaintiff calls Mr. Alexander Blackwell to the stand."
A stunned silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to Alexander.