Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 515

Madeline:

"So this is where Valeria lives," Byron said as he pointed at the door.

We climbed five flights of stairs and stopped in front of the green door on the top floor of the apartment complex.

I wanted to start Ron’s case as soon as possible.

I also wanted to visit Ron.

So far, they had not allowed me to see him, and that had already been disturbing me deeply.

That was why I had asked Byron to change the lawyer first, someone who could explain our rights and tell us whether we were allowed to meet him.

The previous lawyer had refused to continue the case. He said there were too many flaws in it and admitted that he had performed badly the first time.

Suddenly, he began receiving invitations from other packs, and somehow he comfortably and successfully changed his pack.

He was now working in Elgin’s pack now.

I did not trust any of the other pack members either.

I needed someone who stayed away from fame and influence, someone who was not under the control of a powerful figure.

That was why I chose to trust Byron’s lawyer.

The problem was that I had no idea she would be interested.

As soon as Byron knocked, the door opened.

A young woman with short, curly red hair stood in front of us. She wore large glasses and had freckles scattered across her face.

All in all, she could have been a quirky model, but a lawyer?

"Come in," she said excitedly, stepping aside before walking back inside.

Byron and I looked at each other.

"She is a little different," Byron muttered.

She wore an oversized hoodie and a beautiful skirt that suited her well.

The problem was the chopsticks tucked behind her ear and the noodles hanging from her chin.

"Okay," I said to Byron quietly.

I stepped inside, and he followed.

The moment I entered her living room, I was stunned.

I had never seen so many files in one place.

The entire living room was filled with books, files, and loose pages.

"Do not step on them. Just move along the sides and come this way," she called from the side room, which seemed to be both her kitchen and dining area.

We followed her directions and soon found ourselves sitting in front of her with three bowls of noodles.

I am not going to lie. They looked extremely good.

She began slurping them loudly.

“Please have some,”

She responded enthusiastically yet casually, as if none of this was unusual.

I clamped my fingers together anxiously on the table in front of her.

She noticed my agitation with one eye before lowering her head back into the bowl.

When I turned my head, I heard even louder slurping.

Byron was devouring the noodles without restraint.

She was cute.

It was clear that she lived alone in this top floor apartment with one living room, a large kitchen, and one bedroom.

The issue was that she looked too young to me, and I was unsure about her experience.

"I am just asking out of curiosity. Have you ever handled a case like this? A murder case?" I asked, not trying to demean her.

I simply did not want to take a risk.

He did not appear to be his usual cocky self. Instead, he looked like a defeated man.

Still, I knew he would do everything to prevent us from getting Ron out.

Lady Abigail sat beside him.

She did not dare look at me again.

Then there was Lord Williams.

He wore his usual smile, but we were still waiting for our lawyer.

With everything happening and the way circumstances had turned against us, the tension in the room was heavy.

Lady Abigail kept her gaze lowered, looking only at Byron when he spoke.

"As I mentioned, Yuvonne’s cases were dismissed but she did do all those things," she said calmly. "I do not think it is appropriate to let anyone meet Ron before the court proceedings begin."

She finished speaking, and I closed my eyes.

I had expected that.

"Actually, that is not the rule. You are required to allow the lawyer and the assistants to meet Ron before the trial begins."

Valeria’s voice came from behind us.

Suddenly, I felt as if we had a real chance.

She walked in holding a rule book.

She placed it on the table, opened it, and pointed to a specific line with a confident smile.

"Yes, but that means you can meet him," Lady Abigail quickly countered.

"They are my assistants," Valeria replied without hesitation, pointing at us.

It seemed she had anticipated every argument.

I watched Lady Abigail’s face lose its color.