"Judging from the defendant's series of actions," Griffith said, turning toward the defense table, his voice edged with ice, "the intent to orchestrate a scapegoat and manipulate witnesses is unmistakable. So now, as the center of it all--"He paused, his gaze cutting toward Liam like a blade."Liam Sinclair, at this point, do you still insist on claiming you're innocent?"The weight of the entire courtroom seemed to press down on the lone figure seated at the defense table.Liam slowly lowered his head. Loose strands of hair fell across his forehead, shadowing his eyes.His hands, resting on his knees, curled silently into fists, knuckles whitening with tension.From his still silhouette, no one could read an answer.In the gallery, Cecilia clutched the fabric of her coat tightly. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by icy pincers.She wanted to shout, to stand up--but her throat felt sealed shut, even breathing turning sharp and painful.At the far end of the Sinclair family
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