After an hour of tense proceedings in the courtroom, the judge seemed close to reaching a verdict, and it was becoming increasingly evident to everyone present that Eman was fucked. Just as Eman was about to break and confess, I found myself staring at the floor, desperately searching for a way to resolve the situation.
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and my eyes widened as a wide grin spread across my face. Without hesitation, I stood up from my seat and declared loudly, "I did it! I was the one who attacked Lenart and made him disabled as well as steal his money!!"
My parents' eyes widened in shock and despair, Lenart looking at me with despair as he knew he was manipulated and made a fool. The entire crowd looking at me in surprise and intrigue.
Eman looked at me, his face a mix of disbelief and tearful gratitude, while the judge wore an expression of stunned surprise.
"Come forward, Sir," the judge commanded.
Why the hell is the guy who hurts, manipulates, destroys lifes jeopardizing his own future for his subordinate? For what purpose? Certainly not because he cares about him, or maybe he does?