Chapter 11 - The Courtroom Confrontation
Three weeks later, the Cook County Courthouse was packed to maximum capacity with journalists, news crews, and public onlookers.
Arthur Sterling sat at the defense table in an orange prison jumpsuit, his silver hair messy, his arrogant demeanor entirely crushed.
Maya sat in the front row of the gallery next to David, wearing a neat navy blue dress with her hair tied in a clean ribbon.
Tommy, whose condition had dramatically improved thanks to new specialized treatments, sat in a wheelchair right beside her.
"Your Honor, the prosecution presents irrefutable paper and digital proof of systemic fraud and attempted murder," the prosecutor declared.
The prosecutor held up the titanium box and the original stock certificates recovered from the bank vault.
Sterling's high-priced defense attorney looked at the documents, then turned to his client and shook his head in defeat.
The judge reviewed the evidence, her face hardening into an expression of severe judicial anger as she looked down at Sterling.
"Arthur Sterling, you have committed acts of unimaginable cruelty against defenseless orphans," the judge stated sternly.
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"I order the immediate restoration of all stolen assets to the Harrison trust, and I remand you to maximum security without bail," she ruled firmly.
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