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Rafael’s lawyer had gotten his turn and proven his points with calm clarity. He concluded with a steady conviction,“Your Honour, emotional expression is not a sign of instability….it’s a sign of humanity. My client has endured more than any mother should have to, and still, she stands here today fighting for her child. That is strength, not weakness. And we trust the court will see through the tactics being used here.”With a respectful nod, he returned to his seat….The courtroom fell into a heavy silence as the judge gathered a few files on his desk and glanced down at them. When he finally spoke, his voice was serious, enough to hush the room…“After reviewing the psychological evaluations, it is clear to this court that the child has not been manipulated or coached in his statements. The bond he displays is genuine and unforced.” He paused for a while“Additionally,” he continued, lifting another document, “we have now received the confirmed DNA results. And based on those findin
The room was painted in soft pastels. Toys were lined on the shelves and a small table was at the centre with a box of crayons. DJ sat across from the child psychologist... The therapist smiled gently. “DJ, how are you feeling today?” “I’m okay,” he answered with a little shrug. “My dad says it’s good to talk to people when you’re okay and when you’re not.” She nodded, jotting something quickly. “That’s very wise. So… what do you think we’re doing here today?” DJ looked around. “To talk. Maybe about my parents.” “And what do you think about them?” she asked with a light tone. He hesitated, only briefly. “My dad is the best. He always takes care of me. He doesn’t shout or get mad unless I’m really wrong.” The therapist leaned back slightly. “And your mom?” He gave a soft shrug with his eyes down, staring at his shoe. “She left. I don’t know her well. She cries a lot and tries to hug me.” The therapist watched him quietly. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” DJ nodded. “I don’t
The murmurs in the courtroom faded the moment the heavy doors opened. All rose to their feet as the judge stepped in, his black robe flowing as he approached the bench. With a firm yet composed voice, he spoke. “You may be seated.” Everyone sat back down... Judge Castillo adjusted his himself on the chair and scanned the faces before him, Rafael and Thersa on one side, Diego and his legal team on the other. “We’re here to proceed with the final custody hearing concerning the minor, DJ Mondragon.” He looked up again.. “Today, both parties will be allowed to present final arguments and evidence. The court has also received additional materials that have raised significant concerns, including media coverage, emotional evaluations, and behavioral reports from supervised visits.” Thersa’s fingers trembled slightly as she laced them together. Rafael glanced sideways at her, calm but alert. Diego sat smugly, a shadow of confidence playing in his posture. Judge Castillo continued, “T
The room was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. Thersa sat on the cushioned bench, her palms slightly damp as she waited. The door opened and she stood up at once. Diego walked in first, holding DJ’s hand. The little boy’s eyes scanned the room and stopped on Thersa. He paused but didn’t say anything. Thersa took a careful step forward, offering a soft smile. “Hi, sweetheart.” DJ looked at her for a moment, then turned his gaze away. “You don’t have to say anything,” Thersa said gently. “I’m just… I’m happy to see you.” Diego gave a soft chuckle and said, “We could have been a great family, Thersa… but you chose to abandon us.” “You don’t have to be here,” Thersa replied quietly to Diego.. “I asked him to be,” DJ cut in sharply. “Do you have a problem with that?” Thersa swallowed hard, caught off guard by his tone. “I don’t feel safe being alone with you,” DJ added. “What if you make me go missing or something?” Thersa’s eyes shifted up to Diego with a hurt lo
Rafael parked outside the small, grey-stoned police station, his jaw tight as he stepped out of the car. He had just left Thersa’s office.Inside, the front desk officer looked up as he entered.“I’m here to speak with the truck driver involved in the missing goods case from Harrison Fashion House,” Rafael said firmly.“Ah, yes. He’s still in the holding room. Detective Nunez is with him,” the officer replied.. "You can wait in the observation room.”The officer led Rafael through a quiet corridor and opened a small door. Inside, the truck driver sat alone at a table, his head low until he looked up and saw Rafael enter.“You… you’re from the company,” the man said nervously.Rafael nodded, closing the door behind him. “I’m Rafael Wood. Partner to Miss Harrison.”“I swear, sir,” the driver blurted out, “I didn’t steal anything. I’ve never even been written up before. This whole thing....... is”Rafael held up a hand. “I’m not here to attack you. I just want the truth.”The man exhaled
Diego dropped the newspaper on his desk so hard the glass rattled. The headline read : Fashion House Owner Thersa Harrison Suffers Major Setback: Entire Winter Collection Stolen Days Before Release He leaned back in his chair and laughed. “How can someone like her be trusted with a child when she can’t even protect her own designs?” His lawyer stood by the window with a folder in hand. “Your Honor will see this,” he said. “If we present the theft as proof of her instability and distraction, it weakens her case. It shows she can’t manage her own affairs, let alone a child’s.” Diego frowned. “And that’s enough to strip her of any claim to DJ?” The lawyer nodded. “Yes. If we lay it out clearly, the judge will doubt her ability to provide a stable home.” Diego allowed himself a slow, satisfied smile. The media was doing their work for him. “And even the fact that she was in rehab, which we have proof of, will only add to it,” the lawyer said. Diego leaned forward, his int