Judge Andrea Morrison's courtroom was nothing like Judge Harmon's.Where Harmon's had been all dark wood and intimidation, Morrison's was bright, efficient, modern. Where Harmon had looked at Lia like she was something he'd scraped off his shoe, Morrison met her eyes with professional neutrality."Ms. Ashford," she said, reviewing the file. "Or should I say Ms. Chen? I see you've filed to reclaim your maiden name.""Yes, Your Honor." Lia's voice was steady. Caspian sat behind her in the gallery, a silent presence giving her strength."Good. Let's begin." Morrison pulled up documents on her screen. "I've reviewed the case history. The previous judge's recusal, the evidence of bias, Mrs. Margaret Ashford's witness tampering." She looked up. "This is one of the messier divorces I've seen. But the law is actually quite clear."Patricia leaned forward. "Your Honor, we're requesting—""I know what you're requesting, Ms. Morrison. And I'm granting it." Judge Morrison typed something. "The ma
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