Outside the court stood layers upon layers of journalists and media personnel.
Although the trial was broadcast live, the intensity of the case sent shivers down the spines of viewers; one could only imagine the emotions of those attending in person.
Ignatius Leclair left directly, escorted by his legal team.
Jocelyn Yeager stared at the man's departing figure, his face ashen, gripping the armrest tightly, veins bulging. Fair enough— even if Ignatius was acquitted, his dissociative identity disorder was now public knowledge. He could never again be the heir of the Leclair Family.
It was inevitable that the era of the Yeager Family had arrived. In this game, he continued to be the victor.
Jocelyn glanced at the languid Nathan Leclair, who had risen and stretched lazily. The other man stuffed his hands into his pockets, a casual and indifferent expression plastered across his face. Scoffing coldly, Jocelyn led his people out.
