The Prosecutor Laughed at the 19-Year-Old at the Defense Table — Then He Asked Why One Attachment Was Missing

No, Noah protested instantly, shaking his head. Mom, I can handle this. You can't carry the weight of my entire life on your shoulders while you're still trying to figure out your own, she pleaded, her voice breaking under the strain. I can't just sit here and watch them tear you apart with lies, he shot back, his jaw setting in stubborn defiance. You are my son before you are anything else in this world, Margaret whispered fiercely, tears finally spilling over her lashes and cutting tracks through the dust on her cheeks. Remember that your life doesn't end in this courtroom, no matter what happens to me when the jury comes back. Noah looked away, blinking back his own tears, refusing to let her see him break, because he knew in his heart that he would burn the entire legal system to the ground before he let an innocent woman take the fall for a crime she never committed, even if it cost him everything he had worked for.