The courtroom smelled of polished wood, stale coffee, and tension. Every footstep echoed like a verdict waiting to be declared. Justina sat beside Carson, hands clasped together, a lifeline amid the chaos. Their lawyers had warned them that today would be brutal. But nothing could prepare them for the weight of history pressing down on them both.

“Mr. Wills,” the prosecutor began, voice sharp, deliberate. “Your father’s empire collapsed under the weight of lies, deceit, and financial ...