Eden Monroe scanned every face in the courtroom, but found no one who could save him. Two bailiffs approached, cuffed his hands, and prepared to escort him away.
Panic finally set in, and Eden began to struggle desperately.
"Let go! Let me go! I'm not going to prison, I don't want to go to prison! My dad is Frank, I'm the eldest son of the Thompson family, the son-in-law of the Walkers! Who dares to touch me!"
Eden roared, completely losing control.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Every time he'd gotten into trouble before, his grandmother would defend him, and his father would clean up his mess. Even if he burned the world down, the Thompson family had the power to make it all go away.
During his time in holding, his lawyer visited him daily, asking about various details in hopes of reducing his sentence.
But Eden didn't care. He was incredibly agitated, answering impatiently each time and only asking his lawyer when he'd be released.
Eden had never even considered that he would actually be imprisoned, let alone for a full ten years. By the time he got out, he'd be over forty, a broken man. The Thompson family company, the family fortune—it would all have fallen into the hands of that bastard, Bennett Thompson.
Eden screamed uncontrollably, refusing to leave. In the end, the two bailiffs had to physically restrain and drag him from the courtroom, a pathetic and disheveled sight.
After the trial concluded, the judge, jury, and lawyers began to leave the courtroom.
The people in the gallery also started to file out.
"Shall I take you home?" Bennett asked Emma Moore.
"You should take Yvonne home first. She's pregnant, and we can't risk anything happening," Emma said, then added, "I have to go somewhere else. I'll just have my driver take me."
The three of them walked out of the courthouse.
In front of the courthouse was a high flight of stairs. Bennett instinctively wrapped an arm around Yvonne Jones's waist, carefully guiding her down.
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