As Desmond eased the Rolls Royce out of the courthouse parking lot, the atmosphere inside the car was heavy with a mix of relief and lingering tension.

His mother was sitting in the passenger seat, as she had her hands folded neatly in her lap. Bella, who was sitting in the backseat, was less restrained. She was still fuming from the encounter with Daniella.

“I can’t believe her nerve.” Bella muttered, breaking the silence. “She thought she could walk in there and walk out with everything. I know she has concluded that in her mind. What a joke.”

Desmond's mother tilted her head slightly and added, “Some people think they...