In the courtroom, a blood-stained blade lay silently inside an evidence bag.
I stood at the plaintiff's podium, my ribs still aching—the souvenir from being "warned" by her mother's men in the parking lot last week. Across from me, Percy Harrison twirled a pen with fingers painted in nude-pink nail polish, smirking as she winked at me: "Morgan, isn't this whole lawsuit just about money? Name your price."
Laughter erupted across the room. The judge rapped the gavel, but no one heard the faint tap.
Until I pressed the remote.
The screen lit up: a dimly lit dormitory hallway late at night. The surveillance footage clearly showed Percy pinning a girl to the ground, a knife slicing through the collar of her school uniform. "Tell me," Percy sneered on screen, "who'd dare call the police? My mom donated the entire academic building."
The victim cowered in the corner, face streaked with blood.
The gallery exploded. Screams. Vomiting. But I only watched Percy—panic flashing in her eyes as she abruptly turned toward the woman seated beside her.
Her so-called "life mentor"—and the true mastermind behind this trial.
Mary Johns rose, her heels shattering the chaos. "Ladies and gentlemen," she declared, "this is merely edited footage. My client was conducting a psychological experiment—studying social responses to bullying behavior." She turned to the jury, voice dripping with pity. "Just as a doctor handles a virus doesn't mean he created it."
I smirked, pulling a third USB drive from my folder.
"And what about this? A voice message your daughter sent to the victim last week."
The speakers crackled. Percy's sugary-sweet voice filled the courtroom: "Big sister, do you think I'd win an art prize if I turned you into a specimen~?"
Silence.
Even the judge froze mid-gavel.
Mary’s face twisted. For the first time, she lost composure, shouting, "Turn it off! Now!"
I didn’t move. Instead, I shifted my gaze to the back row of the gallery—where another girl, once subjected to her "experiment," slowly raised her phone, pointing the camera at the court.
The live stream viewers surged past a million.
"You're wrong, Ms. Johns," I finally said, my voice cold as steel. "Doctors don't feed viruses to make them grow. But you—you nurtured evil like it was a gift."
As the gavel fell, lightning split the sky outside.
Justice never comes easily.
But when it arrives, it never mistakes its target.
Sophia, a famous lawyer known as Queen of the Bar, is preparing a case commissioned by Senator Harrison, while her own daughter and mother are being bullied by Percy Harrison, her current client. Sophia reveals her identity, but Percy refuses to believe her. Instead, she subjects both Sophia and her family to even more humiliating treatment...
