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The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase. / Chapter 14 / 20

Chapter 14 - The Verdict and the Sentence

The panel members filed back into the secure chamber with stone faces. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like trying to breathe underwater.

Clive Westbrook gripped the edge of the defense table so hard his knuckles turned white, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He looked around the room as if hoping some senator, some wealthy donor, or some phantom friend would burst through the doors to save him.

The doors remained closed. There was no rescue coming.

"Clive Westbrook," the presiding judge, General Marcus Vance, began, his voice carrying the weight of a final judgment. "This military commission has reviewed all evidence, testimonies, and classified records concerning the charges of federal treason, supply sabotage leading to the loss of service member lives, and large-scale bribery of government officials."

The judge paused, letting the silence settle over the room like a shroud.

"On all counts, this commission finds you guilty."

A soft murmur rippled through the gallery—not of shock, but of profound, long-overdue closure.

"For the crime of treason and the deliberate sabotage of military logistics resulting in the deaths of loyal service members," Judge Vance continued, reading from the parchment scroll, "this commission sentences you to life imprisonment at the United States Disciplinary Barracks at Fort Leavenworth, with no possibility of parole, and orders the complete forfeiture of all remaining personal and corporate assets to the Department of Defense restitution fund."

Clive slumped forward, his head hitting the metal table with a dull thud. A dry, pathetic sob escaped his throat, quickly swallowed by the hum of the secure ventilation system.

The guards stepped forward, hoisting him up by his arms. As they dragged him out of the courtroom, his orange jumpsuit rustled against the floor—a fitting end for a man who had spent his life thinking he was above the laws that govern humanity.

I watched him go, feeling no surge of triumph, only a quiet, settling peace. The ghosts of the past had finally been laid to rest.

After the commission adjourned, General Harrison Vance walked over to my table, leaning down slightly.

"Well handled, General Hale," Vance said quietly. "Your father would have been proud."

"Thank you, General," I replied, standing up and buttoning my jacket. "Now, there's just one final loose end to address."

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The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

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The silence in the living room stretched so thin I could hear the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen down the hall.

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Vance raised an eyebrow. "Your brother?"

"Preston," I said. "He’s still cooperating in the federal holding facility, but his plea deal requires full disclosure of every bribe he delivered for Westbrook and my mother. It's time to see what kind of man my brother is when there's no family fortune left to shield him."

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