Her confident declaration sent a chill through the tense hallway air.
Disbelief clouded Zayden’s gaze.
He even momentarily thought Katelyn could read his mind.
His cheeks turned red as he stumbled over his words.
“What exactly do you mean? We’re only here to secure what’s best for our daughter.”
Katelyn’s response was quick.
“It’s clear now. You’ve just admitted you’re not backing down from this. Well, neither am I.”
Her look was piercing as she stood composed and commanding, her presence holding everyone’s attention. Her confidence was unshaken by her apparent disadvantage.
Turning to Vincent, Katelyn asked, “Mr. Adams, based on their statements, could this be seen as extortion? What kind of prison term would that involve? Plus, there’s likely collusion involved, which could mean even harsher penalties, right?”
Vincent caught on to what Katelyn was suggesting and replied coldly, “We’re looking at something between five and ten years.”
Wrenley, overwhelmed, stood up abruptly from where she sat.
Her voice was sharp as she retorted, “Don’t twist our words. Extortion? That’s absurd! All we’re asking for is a fair settlement.”
Katelyn’s mouth twisted into a sardonic smile.
She aimed her finger at Vincent, saying, “Here’s our witness.”
She then swept her hand toward the surveillance camera in the corridor.
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“And here’s our hard evidence. What else do you need to understand?”
Caught off guard, Zayden and Wrenley were momentarily dumbfounded, having never faced such direct confrontation.
Katelyn had no time to entertain their hesitancy.
She marched off, leaving them behind without a backward glance, and the couple did not attempt to follow.
All pretense of confidence abandoned her, Wrenley turned to her husband, her voice laden with urgency.
“We need a plan, quickly. Are we really facing jail?”
Zayden, visibly annoyed, retorted, “She’s just trying to frighten us. It’s unlikely everything will unfold as she predicts. We must stick to our plan.”
Wrenley’s resolve faltered further.
Katelyn’s words and the looming threat of legal action had truly shaken her.
Above all…
With a heavy sigh, Wrenley gently tugged Zayden’s sleeve, whispering, “Remember, Zoey hasn’t passed yet.” Despite their lack of experience, they were aware that the legal and financial stakes for injury versus death were significantly different.
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