I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 35 Court Finale

The breakroom buzzed with a tense yet palpable sense of victory. Stephanie's team gathered around a table strewn with half-empty coffee cups and crumpled legal notes. Gregory sat with a rare, satisfied smirk on his face, tapping his pen against the table. Richmond leaned back in his chair, arms crossed but a small grin betraying his usual cynicism.

"Told you we could get him to say something," Gregory said, his tone laced with smugness. "Now we just have to hope the judge sees it our way."

Richmond snorted. "Oh, he sees it. The question is whether he'll admit it in court."

Godfrey, perched on the edge of the table, chuckled softly. "That was a masterstroke, Gregory. Poking at his pride like that. Alexander is just like his father."

Stephanie allowed herself a small smile, but her expression quickly sobered. "Don't celebrate too early. We've still got a mountain to climb. If the judge doesn't buy our argument, all of this..." She gestured around the room, "...was for nothing."

"Relax," Richmond said with a dismissive wave. "We've got this. Alexander basically handed us the case when he opened his mouth."

A knock at the door interrupted the moment. The room went quiet, heads turning in unison. Stephanie stood, brushing her hands against her skirt before walking to the door. She opened it, and her breath caught.

"Mom?"

The room fell into an uneasy silence as Elizabeth Usher stepped in, her presence commanding immediate attention. Her tailored suit was immaculate, and her green eyes—so much like Stephanie's—held an intensity that silenced even Richmond.@@@@

"Stephanie," Elizabeth said, her voice calm but firm. "Can I speak to you in private?"

Stephanie hesitated, glancing back at her team. Gregory's brow furrowed, and Godfrey looked concerned, but she nodded. "Of course." She stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

Gregory returned to his seat, his expression resolute.

Harvey stood, buttoning his jacket as he approached the bench. His demeanor was equally composed, his tone razor-sharp.

"Your Honor," he began, "while my esteemed colleague has made an impassioned argument, it is ultimately a distraction from the core issue of this case: the validity of a legal will. Let us not lose sight of the fact that the senior Blackwell's wishes were clear. He chose Alexander as his sole heir based on merit, experience, and capability."

Harvey's voice remained steady as he continued. "The claims of sexism, while provocative, have been thoroughly disproven by the testimony of Mrs. Usher herself. What remains are baseless accusations designed to malign Alexander's character, not to address the substance of this case. The opposition's reliance on emotional appeals and conjecture does not change the fact that Alexander is, by every legal standard, the rightful heir."

He took a step closer to the judge. "This court's duty is not to pass judgment on the personalities involved but to uphold the law. And the law, your Honor, is firmly on our side."

Harvey returned to his seat, his expression calm but confident.

The room was silent as Judge Patterson leaned forward, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom. He sighed deeply, removing his glasses and setting them on the bench.

"I have listened to both sides with great care," he began, his voice measured. "And I must say, this case has revealed some of the most glaring displays of greed I have ever witnessed. Both parties, for all their wealth and power, have shown an alarming lack of humility and an obsession with control that borders on the absurd. You are fighting over trillions of dollars as though the world owes you something, when in truth, it owes you nothing. May God have mercy on your souls."

He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "That being said, I have reached a decision."

The courtroom held its collective breath as Judge Patterson picked up his gavel.

"Concerning the shares in the will for Blackwell Investments, I rule that..."