At ten o'clock the next day, they arrived at the courthouse.
Rose woke up early but had no motivation to dress herself up. Khalil spent all night trying to find Preston's exact address, but time was running out and the chances of finding him before the trial ended were slim.
On their way to the courthouse, Elliot and Rose didn't speak a word. Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination and as soon as Rose stepped out of the car, she was surrounded by a group of journalists who had been waiting for her.
"Miss Russell, do you dare attend today's court hearing because you don't believe your brother could have done such a thing?"
"Miss Russell, what do you think about your brother's despicable actions?"
"If I were you, Miss Russell, I wouldn't even show my face here."
The questions from these reporters became more piercing with each passing moment until they started attacking her personally.
Listening to the relentless barrage of questioning from the crowd, with their insinuating and mocking expressions, Rose's heart burned with anger. The court's verdict hadn't even been delivered yet, so why were these people daring to pass judgment on her brother?
Her brother was innocent.
As she kept silent in frustration, some reporters even went as far as shoving their microphones right in front of her.
"Miss Russell, by not answering our questions, do you also think your brother's actions were beastly?"
"Someone as beastly as Tom doesn't deserve to live in this world. What do you think, Miss Russell?"
Standing still, Rose couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at the reporters in front of her, her gaze ice-cold.
"The court's verdict hasn't been announced yet. I hope you won't spread rumors without basis."
The journalist seemed taken aback by Rose's retort.
But in the next moment, his words became even sharper, as he blurted out, "The evidence is clear. Has Miss Russell not given up on her brother yet?"
Elliot saw what was happening and stood in front of Rose to protect her.
"We believe that justice will be served fairly by our courts," he said coldly while scanning through each journalist standing in front of him.
The journalists saw the dangerous look in Elliot's eyes, his neck slightly shrinking. They were wary of his identity and no one dared to continue attacking Rose verbally.
Rose pursed her lips, and her hand at her side involuntarily tightened.
Elliot instinctively reached out and held Rose's pale fingertips. His deep voice sounded gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Rose glanced sideways at the man beside her. His handsome face was sharp and chiselled.
At this moment, she felt as if they had returned to the past when they were still in love.
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