Gold Medal attorney Salvador Lawrence looked at the most prestigious scion of the aristocracy and, with a moment of speechlessness, continued to ask, "Did the defendant have an extremely hostile relationship with the deceased, and with his biological father, Stone Leclair?"
"That's correct." Ignatius Leclair curled his lips into a mocking smile.
The courtroom burst into an uproar. Such direct and unrestrained words—did this Leclair heir have unparalleled backing, or was his confidence unshakable? The direction of the trial was completely unpredictable.
"On the night of October 25th, 2012, when Ms. Beatrice Carter passed away, where was Mr. Leclair?"
"At the hospital. My wife was pregnant, and I was at the hospital accompanying her during labor." The handsome man spoke leisurely, his phoenix-shaped eyes deep like an ancient pool. Mentioning his wife softened the harshness in his brows and gaze.
