Chapter 108 Chapter 108 Appear of The Lawyer and The Court Hearing
Micah’s POV
Morning came as if it were never going to. The night was so long, and I was hell frozen to almost death. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, and the darkness of the cell only made it worse. My body ached from the cold, my muscles stiff, and my mind foggy from the lack of sleep.
I never knew that Mandena was a city with so much coldness. Each time, I had always been in the room with the heater turned on, sheltered from the biting night air. But tonight, no heater was turned on. No thick blankets to wrap myself in. Just the unrelenting chill that seeped into my bones, making it feel as though I was locked inside a freezer, struggling to keep warm with nothing but my own body heat.
The station was eerily quiet. Most of the police had retired home for the night to be with their families, leaving only a few behind. The ones who stayed behind weren’t the same officers from the daytime. These men were different—fully dressed in black, wearing masks that obscured their faces.
They were heavily armed, each of them carrying the most sophisticated long gun I had never seen them wield in daylight. Their presence alone sent a clear message: I was not to make a move.
Not one of them sat down. They remained on their feet, pacing from one corner of the station to another, their boots hitting the floor with a rhythmic thud that echoed through the silence of the night. Their watchful eyes never left me.
Right from there, I knew that if I decided to suddenly move mad, they would not hesitate to cock their long rifles and shoot me in the head.
When morning finally came, the cell door was suddenly barged open with a loud clatter. Two officers in their normal uniforms stormed in, their expressions blank and unreadable.
They grabbed my arms immediately, their grip firm, and hauled me up to my feet without a word.
My hands were cuffed. My wrists were shackled. I could barely move my legs, yet they didn’t care. They dragged me forward without pause, my feet skidding across the cold floor. As we stepped out of the dimly lit hallway, the brightness of the early morning light stung my eyes.
Before I could fully grasp what was happening, they tossed me into the back of a black, sophisticated van. The doors slammed shut behind me, sealing me in the dim, confined space.
A sharp knock on the exterior of the van signaled the driver to start moving. The vehicle lurched forward, and the vibrations from the road traveled through the steel, making my restraints rattle against my skin.
None of the officers in the van spoke to me. None of them bothered to tell me where we were going.
Nevertheless, the ball was not in my court to ask. Prisoners like me, who wanted no escalated problems for themselves, only obeyed instructions.
The journey was silent except for the occasional static from the officers’ radios. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the metal walls around me, wondering what awaited me at our destination.
After what felt like hours, the van came to an abrupt stop, nearly making me lose my balance. I barely had time to recover when a commanding voice cut through the tension.
“Get up!” one of the officers instructed.
I didn’t hesitate. Hearing the perfect instruction, I struggled to my feet, my body still stiff from the long night.
Suddenly, the van doors were thrown open, and before I could process anything, a blinding flash of cameras hit me. The press was waiting.
Journalists pushed forward, their voices overlapping as they shouted questions, their cameras clicking furiously. In the distance, a loud chant rose above the noise of the crowd.
“Micah must go to prison!”
“He is a rpist! He must suffer for his crimes!”
Their voices rang in my ears, growing louder, more aggressive. I could feel their judgment, their hatred.
As I was pushed forward, my eyes locked onto the massive structure in front of me. It was a building I had never seen before. Mandena was such a big city that even I, who was born and raised here, had never been to every corner of it. But this building…
I squinted against the glaring sunlight, and my gaze landed on the inscription above the doors: The Supreme Court of The Country of Manderin.
My breath caught in my throat. My stomach twisted into knots.
Seeing the name of the building, I immediately understood what we were doing here.
Today was the day I would be judged. This hearing would determine if I would walk free or be sentenced to a life behind bars.
“Excuse me!” A sharp yet composed voice sliced through the noise. “Mr. Micah here is my client, and I will be taking over from here!”
Turning my head, I saw a woman in a crisp white suit approaching with confident strides. Her long, straight hair framed her oval face, and she exuded an air of authority that made even the officers hesitate.
It took me a moment to recognize her. Deborah Blackwood. The lawyer I had hired online yesterday.
Immediately, the officers bowed slightly to her, showing their respect as if she was their superior. Without a second thought, they quickly dispersed.
“Uncuff him,” Deborah instructed firmly before they could get too far.
One of the officers turned back without protest and removed the restraints from my wrists and ankles.
As the cold metal left my skin, I exhaled deeply, rolling my wrists. The relief was instant. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be free, even if just by a fraction.
And with Attorney Deborah beside me, a small flicker of hope ignited in my chest. Maybe I still had a chance. Maybe I could win this case.
“Let’s head this way, Mr. Micah,” she said, pointing toward a smaller building adjacent to the court.
I followed her gaze and saw multiple attorneys moving in and out of the building. It didn’t take much to figure out that it was a space designated for lawyers—a place where they prepared before stepping into the courtroom.
Just as I took a step forward, a luxurious, sophisticated car pulled up in front of me.
The entourage that accompanied it made it clear that someone important was inside.
I watched as the car door opened, and a man in a tailored suit stepped out. For a second, I thought he was the one everyone was waiting for, but I was wrong.
His movements were quick and calculated as he made his way to the middle vehicle.
And then, she stepped out. Rebecca. Like royalty.
One by one, more familiar faces emerged. Natasha. Then Chef Mirabel. And finally, Evelyn.
My heart pounded in my chest. Seeing them here, standing by Rebecca’s side, I knew exactly why they had come. They were the witnesses.
Attorney Deborah must have sensed my unease because she let out a low chuckle.
“Mr. Micah, do not be bothered about them,” she said, her voice steady.
She turned to look at me, her expression unwavering. “Just trust in my ability to get you out of this mess. Okay?”
I hesitated, then nodded.
“Okay,” I murmured.
And with that, I followed her inside, ready to face whatever awaited me.