Chapter 6 - Inside The Boston Courthouse Battle
The judge picked up the documents Elias provided, her eyes scanning the official stamps and financial disclosures.
The atmosphere in the courtroom shifted instantly from a routine custody ambush into a high-stakes corporate execution.
“Is this accurate, Mr. Ashby?” the judge asked, her voice dropping into a dangerous, glacial register.
Preston stammered, looking frantically between his trembling lawyer and the impassive face of Elias Marchetti.
“It’s... it’s all fabricated! He’s trying to ruin me!” Preston protested, his hands shaking as he gripped the table.
“The forensic audit was conducted by Marchetti Holdings over the last seventy-two hours,” Elias stated flatly.
Marlo sat frozen, staring up at Elias in sheer disbelief as the man who bought apricot tarts dismantled her ex-husband in minutes.
“Ms. Hart,” the judge addressed Marlo directly, her tone softening considerably.
“Yes, Your Honor?” Marlo answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
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“Do you contest the emergency custody petition filed by the plaintiff?”
“I do, Your Honor. My daughter’s medical care is fully secured, and I am entirely capable of providing a stable home.”
