Estherâs fragrant hair fluttered gently in the breeze. She had been by Felixâs side at the hospital for the past few days. With a regular routine and nourishing meals from Agatha, she looked much better now than when Bradley had imprisoned her. Her eyes shone like stars, her facial features enhanced by a skilled stylist.
Once she was dressed up, she looked more stunning than A-list celebrities. Her beauty was so striking that it made everyone admire her secretly.
As the live streamâs viewers heard Bradleyâs arrogant words, they passionately shared their thoughts.
Estherâs voice was icy, her corner-of-the-eye mole adding allure. âBradley, did you even glance in the mirror today?â
With that, Esther walked past Bradley and entered the courthouse. She didnât see the need to engage with Bradley in such a public place. Talking to him would only waste her energy.
Bradley stood there, watching Estherâs departure. Her graceful silhouette stood out in the crowd.
For the first time, he truly appreciated Estherâs beauty. It wasnât bold-it was gentle, like a spring breeze, soft rain, a profusion of flowers and stars.
Bradley kept staring at Esther, lost in thought. He seemed caught in a memory.
Jonathan Earl, Bradleyâs lawyer, noticed his clientâs hesitation. He respectfully approached Bradley and reminded him, âMr. Warner, the trial is starting soon.â
Jonathan considered that Esther only had Tanya as her lawyer, while they had a large legal team. Even though not all of them were experts in family law, they were all top law school graduates. If they couldnât win this divorce case, what future did they have in the legal field? If Tanya lost, she could blame it on being outnumbered. But if they lost, it would mean they were mere stepping stones for Tanyaâs fame.
In this trial, every one of them had to give it their all!
Bradley proudly held his chin high, his eyes exuding a cold intensity. Faint, dark circles rested. beneath his gaze, revealing the toll of his troubled marriage.
Though he hadnât intentionally dressed up, an added layer of dishevelment clung to him, reflecting the desolation from his wounded marriage.
âI have to win this trial!â
The word âloseâ didnât exist in Bradleyâs vocabulary. He not only needed victory but a resounding one.
His success had to be so undeniable that Esther would wholeheartedly recognize it.
âMr. Warner, based on my understanding, Mrs. Warner has presented new evidence,â Jonathan said.
Bradley raised an eyebrow, a hint of determination gleaming in his eyes. âAre you trying to tell me that you canât win?â
Jonathan lowered his head, a shiver running down his spine.
Bradleyâs icy gaze swept across the high-achieving law graduates standing behind him.
âOr do you want to tell me that, after I spend so much money each year to support you a bunch of useless people, you still canât guarantee 100 percent victory in a mere divorce case?â
Jonathan felt a pang of bitterness. They were lawyers, yes, but they were also human beings. They were not divine entities.