Chapter 16 - Robert Stands Firm Against The Pressure Of Wealth
During the afternoon recess, Robert stepped outside into the courthouse corridor to catch a breath of fresh air away from the media.
As he stood by the tall arched windows, a frantic middle-aged man in an expensive tailored suit approached him hurriedly.
“Mr. Robert, please, you have to listen to me for one minute. I’m Tyler’s uncle and former board vice-president,” the man pleaded.
Robert turned slowly, his piercing eyes narrowing as he looked down the corrupt corporate executive with utter contempt.
“State your business quickly before I call the U.S. Marshals to have you escorted off federal property,” Robert warned coldly.
“We want to offer a multi-million-dollar out-of-court settlement to drop the civil lawsuits and petition the judge for leniency,” the uncle bluffed.
Robert let out a sharp, dry laugh that echoed against the marble walls of the federal hallway.
“You think my daughter’s trauma and safety are for sale? You think I care about your dirty corporate hush money?” Robert fired back.
“Think of your future grandchild! That money could set up trust funds for generations to come!” the desperate executive urged.
“My grandchild’s future is already secured by a grandfather who loves her and a mother who survived your toxic family,” Robert stated fiercely.
“If you continue this prosecution, you’ll make powerful enemies who won't forget your name anytime soon,” the man threatened darkly.
Robert took one menacing step forward, towering over the executive with the same lethal authority he used against Tyler.
“Tell your remaining cronies that if any of you come near my family again, federal prison will feel like a five-star resort,” Robert promised.
The executive paled visibly, stumbling backward before turning around and hurrying away down the crowded corridor.
Agent Miller walked out from a nearby alcove, smiling faintly as he witnessed the brief exchange between Robert and the executive.
“Nicely handled, Mr. Robert. Looks like they still haven't figured out that threats don't work on you,” Miller remarked approvingly.
“They’re desperate, Agent Miller. Desperate men make mistakes, which makes your job easier,” Robert noted calmly.
“The closing arguments are about to begin. Let’s head back inside before the judge returns to the bench,” Miller invited respectfully.
They re-entered the courtroom just as Judge Harrison took his seat beneath the framed American flag on the wall.
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The atmosphere in the room was thick with anticipation as the jury prepared to hear the final instructions of the court.
The battle for justice was entering its final, decisive moments, and the truth was about to claim absolute victory.
