The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 257

After a short twenty minute recess, everyone was back in their seats.

I remained standing, since it was time to question the witness again, as the judge permitted.

There was no point in rushing.

Some testimonies needed room to breathe.

Some truths deserved to settle before another was introduced.

I waited until the courtroom had grown completely still again.

Then I faced Dr. Ramon once more.

“Dr. Ramon…”

“You’ve testified that Ms. Sterling approached you with the idea of falsifying my diagnosis.”

“Yes.”

“And you accepted.”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Were you forced to do so?”

“No.”

“Were you threatened?”

“No.”

“Were you blackmailed?”

“No.”

“So every decision you made was entirely your own?”

“Yes.”

I almost smiled.

Dr. Ramon was keeping his own end of the deal. Just like we agreed, he didn’t try to justify himself. He simply accepted responsibility.

It was exactly what I wanted the jury to see, because this case wasn’t about one evil mastermind controlling helpless victims.

It was about people making choices— terrible ones.

I nodded once.

“Did anyone ever confront you about the false diagnosis before law enforcement became involved?”

His expression changed before he answered. “Yes.”

Now again, the courtroom collectively held its breath.

“Who?”

“Margot Sinclair.”

I glanced briefly toward Margot, who was sitting perfectly still in her wheelchair, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

The only giveaway that she was listening to every word, was the slight tightening of her jaw.

I continued. “When did Ms. Sinclair confront you?”

“Several months after I issued the report.” He answered.

“And where?”

“At my clinic.”

“Can you tell the court what happened on that day?”

He inhaled deeply. “She came alone.”

The courtroom remained quiet.

“Honestly, I thought she was simply another attorney asking questions, especially since this visit was after the catastrophic event at the Dhark mansion.”

He shook his head. “But she already knew something was wrong.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” He answered simply.

I could hear the reporters hitting their keyboards with rapid speed, trying to capture every word.

“I assumed she’d discovered inconsistencies in the report.”

He looked down at his clasped hands. “She gave me one opportunity to tell the truth.”

“And did you?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“What made you decide to?” I asked.

“My medical license.”

A few jurors exchanged glances.

“I knew Margot Sinclair could destroy my career.”

I let him continue.

“She promised that if I cooperated fully, she would try to handle the matter privately instead of reporting me to the Medical Council.”

He glared at Margo across the room.

She had deceived him, obviously.

“I believed her.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“So what did you give Ms. Sinclair?”

“I gave her the original medical file.”

“Whose medical file?”

He swallowed. “Eva Sterling’s.”

A ripple spread through the gallery.

The judge immediately lifted his gavel.

“Order!”

Silence returned once more.

I picked up a large brown evidence envelope we had prepared, from the counsel’s table.

“Your Honor, the plaintiff moves to admit Exhibit Fifty-Two.”

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