“No questions, Your Honor.”
My father sneered as he stepped down.
He thought I was afraid.
He did not understand that I was letting them put every lie into the court record.
Sterling then called a paid medical expert who had never met Nana Rose but claimed that, because of her age, she must have been vulnerable to pressure.
“The defendant likely used emotional manipulation,” he said.
“No questions,” I repeated.
By the time Sterling rested, they had built their story: I was broke, unstable, jobless, and had tricked a confused old woman into handing me a fortune.
“The plaintiff rests,” Sterling announced. “The evidence is clear.”
Judge Halloway rubbed her temples and looked at me.
“Ms. Vance, do you have anything? Witnesses? Documents? Or should I rule based on the uncontested testimony?”
