Within minutes, he arrived with two arm gods. The intruders tried to run. “Freeze!” One guard shouted.
One man jumped the wall but was shot in the leg. He fell screaming. The other two dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
Police were called immediately. Inside the house, Amora was shaking badly. Michael held her hand tightly.
It’s okay. You’re safe now. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Who would do this to us?
Michael already knew. The police arrived and arrested the men. After hours of questioning, one of them finally broke down.
We were sent by a man named Derek, he confessed. He paid us to attack a man in a wheelchair and his maid.
Michael sat quietly as the officer read the report. And Derek, Michael asked calmly. “We’re going after him next,” the officer replied.
Weeks later, Ruth and Derek sat in a courtroom, handcuffed and dressed in dull prison clothes.
The woman who once wore diamonds and designer gowns now looked pale, tired, and broken.
Derek sat beside her, his head down. Michael was also there, seated at the back in his wheelchair, wearing a black suit.
Amara sat beside him, holding his hand gently. All rise, the judge announced. The courtroom stood, then settled.
The prosecutor stepped forward. After weeks of investigation, he said it has been confirmed that the accused Ruth Williams and Derek planned to harm Mr.
Michael Williams and his employee, Ms. Aamara. Evidence includes recorded phone calls, money transfers, CCTV footage, and lab reports confirming attempted poisoning.
“These were not callous acts,” he continued. “They were planned crimes.” Ruth jumped up. “Your honor, I was deceived.
I didn’t know it was poison. Derek gave it to me. Derek sprang up. She’s lying.
