In my Ugliness

🔆 Chapter 74 🔆

Good day and happy new year guys.

I needed to use that cause it feels like I've been gone a year. First off, I've tried dropping notifications on Wattpad but I'll just end up deleting them.

Why? You may ask, it's because I don't want any pity from anyone.

Hearing 'sorry' was just going to make me feel pathetic about the situation and break the strong wall I've been building. 🥹

It's been five months bah? Well, in between these five months, have been test and trials that I didn't see coming. Please, no one should say "Sorry", you can say prayers.

Not sorry.

Whew! 😅

This chapter was written in love. I don't even know if I have readers anymore but... To those that stayed.

Enjoy and Vote.

Thank you.

🔆Chapter 74🔆

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Aunty Abebi flipped through a stack of documents. The light in her study casts a glow on Brenda's case files.

The phone rang, interrupting her concentration. She glanced at the caller ID - Unknown. Hesitantly, she answered. "Hello," She said, her voice conveying a professional firmness.

"Good morning, Salami." The voice on the other end was deep, resonant, instantly recognizable. Senior Advocate of Nigeria (SAN), Arolowo. He was a legend in the legal profession, notorious as much for his brilliance as for his... unorthodox methods.

"To what do I owe this unexpected call?" Aunty Abebi asked, her fingers instinctively tightening around the phone.

There was a brief pause, then Arolowo spoke again, "Unexpected? I thought you'd be expecting the call, considering the woman you're defending, is my daughter."

She scoffed,"With all due respect, Sir," she paused, carefully modulating her tone, "I'm handling the case with the utmost professionalism and diligence."

"Of course, of course. But it can be better, Salami. Much better. I have a... a secret weapon, shall we say? Something we can use to completely decimate that riffraff in court tomorrow. The case doesn't even have to go to trial. He'll be judged right there, in the court of public opinion."

Aunty Abebi's brow arched in thought . She knew SAN Arolowo. He was a legal juggernaut, a force of nature in the courtroom, but his ambition often outstripped his ethical boundaries.

"What's the catch, Sir?" She asked, her voice laced with suspicion. "There's always a catch."

"Catch? Why would there be a catch, my dear? I'm simply trying to help my daughter."

"Your reputation precedes you, Sir," She countered, cutting him off before he could launch into another carefully crafted denial. "Law is not a suggestion, it's a set of rules. There are rules and I find loopholes, I don't break them. I've heard the whispers, seen the settlements, the evidence that conveniently disappears. I won't jeopardise Brenda's case, or my conscience, for your... 'secret weapon'."